mighty hearts[curse my crappy handwriting.] |
so its come down to this?sitting on the dirty bathroom floor for hours on end trying to find myself. so young, and with a heart of gold; melted down and sold for no profit. bleeding fingers from gritt...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 11:30:00 GMT |
love me for my lack of shame. |
ill write you a love song.
ill write you a peom.
ill write you a love-note.
just ask for it.
my so called "way with words"
is a waste if i have noone to use
this gift for.
tell me of your lover,
or yo...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 21:12:00 GMT |
talks like a gentleman, just like you imagined when you were young... |
oh, so half of my dreams have that song in there somewhere...yea...ever read The Boy With the Thorn In His Side?I like it when he writes, "He grabbed her hand and whispered 'I love you.' But luckly th...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Jan 2008 20:17:00 GMT |
