oh god |
her eyes were something greenlike the trees in springor the type of flame youd use to heat a houseor a frozen heartand i wonder how you ever grew up to be so tallor how we grew so far apartand your ga...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 03:56:00 GMT |
What's the furthest place from here? |
It hasn't been my day for a couple years. What's a couple more? And when I go, don't forget the one good thing I almost did. I learned your name without words. I used my eyes, not my hands. What's the...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Jun 2007 00:46:00 GMT |
