Oct 23, 2003 20:25
For my answers, When will the toppling stop, when will the stars fall from where the sit and grace my hands with their tears. Will and my hope and fears come to reach your def ears? I am clay make me what you will but paint me not. You are everything to me, and all I want is to not hear you. Make my wish. Make my heart with your false and protected morals. I wish my eyes and ears have never meet your voice, but all of this is a lie, i love you, we are just something that happened, We were never planed. How could I expect you to be me. I hope only you to see my dream, and to grow up. I wish for more paint to finish the catastrophe. Cataclysms of vibrant red, shatter my dream, and cut my string so each silver lining tears at the seems. But these are my only dreams, PLease grow up for me. I love you.
My skin to thin to breach.