'08 September (No.12)
The whole concept of it is ridiculous. How in the world could someone turn their back on a beating heart for a two-dimentional stain of re-living memories. It's not a question of love, its more about who my heart belongs to, not just its current owner. I can't deny the ying and the yang.
'09 March (No.13)
I find it so funny the way our lines intersect. I don't know if you can feel it but through my core runs an electric charge. Your name, your face, makes my heart jolt. Streaming through me is electricity, it slips out my fingers and I wait to tangle in it, hopelessly, around you around me. To hold you tight, and never let go.
'09 May(No.14)
How can you be blind to your words wrapped around my wrist, so delicate, bound by more then ties. My flesh longs to tear back, and show you your name, carved in my marrow with a silver arrow. My core pumps, unlocking my ribs, and peeling away showing you 'love without wax' tattooed on my heart. Only you.
The whole concept of it is ridiculous. How in the world could someone turn their back on a beating heart for a two-dimentional stain of re-living memories. It's not a question of love, its more about who my heart belongs to, not just its current owner. I can't deny the ying and the yang.
'09 March (No.13)
I find it so funny the way our lines intersect. I don't know if you can feel it but through my core runs an electric charge. Your name, your face, makes my heart jolt. Streaming through me is electricity, it slips out my fingers and I wait to tangle in it, hopelessly, around you around me. To hold you tight, and never let go.
'09 May(No.14)
How can you be blind to your words wrapped around my wrist, so delicate, bound by more then ties. My flesh longs to tear back, and show you your name, carved in my marrow with a silver arrow. My core pumps, unlocking my ribs, and peeling away showing you 'love without wax' tattooed on my heart. Only you.
