cross your heart and hope to die. die of a broken heart. a heart so big and bloated with the juices of lust and love... beating in rhythm with the breeze and the clouds floating across the sky. let the words drip from your lips and i'll kiss them off of your chin. tasting- eating up all of the nothings you whisper and sing into the ears of every believer out there. every believer watching the same sun set that i just watched rise. i promise. i promise not to forget how much it feels not to know.
Monday, July 19, 2004
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