Saturday, November 16, 2002

so this is what it's like to never touch a rose.to never scream into a lover's ear and lick the blood that flows out.i've seen you dance like a skeleton in my head every night.and i wish that it was me biting down on your tounge.i wish it was me pulling your hair by the roots just to see you smile.i keep hoping for the moon to explode in the sky on our aniversary.just so you can get an idea of what runs through my brain moment after moment.

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