Tine, tine, tine, is on my side

Ask me stuff about stuff i {re}blog.   Some tines you just have to say, "fork them!"


Another dark and empty night
If I was wrong I want to make it right
But you are so distant
So far away
Your words like ice fall on the ground
Breaking the silence without a sound
Familiar strangers with nothing to say

Searching in the darkness
Fading out of sight
Love was here and gone like a thief in the night

Stone cold

— 2 years ago