Apr 19, 2004 03:32
i think the curves of my body were moulded to fit yours, created simply for the reason of fitting our pieces together.
i think that spot on my neck, where you kissed it & buried your head, has been claimed by your skin.
i think my skin isn't really mine anymore, cuz
i think maybe you've claimed it.
i think i will now fail school, and anything i have ever tried to do, or need to do, because i have you're the distraction.
i think i needed this, and you're what i need and this is definately needed. in so many degrees.
i think we should lay down together permanently. all the fucking time.
i think you're too beautiful for me & this is like porceline, waiting to crack. perfect skin, waiting for the ugly rise of a pimple. but its too early to think this
so i'll just keep not doing anythign except connect whatever part of me you want, with yours.
i think, this may be fun. & i think saturday really, should not have ended.
i don't think, people will understand. but thats okay