for someone |
so it's all come back round to breaking apart again breking apart like i'm made up of glass,again making it up behind my back again, holding my breath for the fear of sleep againholding it up behind m...
Posted by AntiGravity on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 10:22:00 PST |
Black Eyes |
(...)walked into the concourseat the end of the tunnel were my dim lit saviorsall raucous and full of glambut not the kind that I left uptownand you looked dark and pensiveas your heels hit the floor ...
Posted by AntiGravity on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 10:31:00 PST |
