...It lets your beauty unfold.
Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever close.
You are second hand smoke.
You are so fragile and thin.
Standing trial for your sins.
Holding onto yourself the best you can.
You are the smell before rain.
You are the blood in my veins....
one year anniversury?
this weekend last year, we will go to the spectrum, and then the next week we will call the bi-sexual kid we met at the spectrum, but ill be in north carolina.
...Call me a safe bet.
I'm betting I'm not.