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Thursday, December 02, 2004

yeah you bleed just to know youre alive.

and at the end of the day, i run back to you.
my mind can't seem to not settle on you.
my heart can't seem to not race to yours.
my vision can't seem to not picture your smile.
my nose can't seem to not smell the scent of you when i miss you.
my mouth tend to speak of divinity, spells your name.
and my ear can't seem to not hear words you've spoken the voice of an angel.


i saw something that ignites in my heart.
you were my strength, and now my weakness.
i miss you, i miss you my love.
bt then agn, never mine to begin with.

you li'l pretty boy.
o9th march o4.

drenched in distaste ; 4:10 PM



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