Sunday, December 30, 2007
I haven't been really forgiving, have I?
One time too many.
There's nothing one word can't do, can it.
Nothing.
It always works.
How gratifying is that.
You were right,because I'd say don't,because there's nothing you'd ever done,because there's nothing right nor wrong in this,
because you don't owe anyone,
anything.lips are turning blue
a kiss that can't renew
i only dream of you
my beautiful
tiptoe to your room
a starlight in the gloomi only dream of you
and you never knew
I'd love to try applish red instead.
1:11 AM; `dead.Y