I wrap myself around the shade of your facade, and always short of the glory. In ways or words in shapes of stories, I mold myself in constant fury. You are always in the distance and a pl... Posted by on Mon, 22 Sep 2008 06:41:00 GMT
Delicately destroyed
I can't help but think of ways to wish that you weren't there. It crawls around inside of me causing pain that I can't share, and if by some way I could stop, I might feel almost at home.&n... Posted by on Wed, 01 Nov 2006 16:21:00 GMT
