tragic melodys my dear... |
Can I press your heart into my little book my dear? So I'll never lose the grip, Let me dry it up upon my shelf to preserve the rhythm of its beat, I hate the position of your body when you look at me... Posted by on Thu, 09 Aug 2007 23:05:00 GMT |
i don't believe i've ever been more flattered... |
in the muffle of soft sounds found under the rustling of the pillow there will always be my thoughts of those mineral blue eyes ad how they were so lost when i first layed sight apoun them but now are... Posted by on Wed, 15 Feb 2006 13:15:00 GMT |
i hate you all |
yea..thats pretty much it.
have a bad day. :) Posted by on Thu, 09 Jun 2005 13:30:00 GMT |