WE are so lame.
boy: when we meet promise me to wash the blood off of the operating table, crimsons not my color
girl: bebeh its not my color either. a prompise is a promise, wont be broken , only my heart will be
my finger tips bleed. waiting for a breeze.
boy: ill kill you. one sense at a time, first the tongue so you cant spit remorse. then your fingers will be placed on my heart so you can feel what youve done to me. i hate to ruin beauty but your eyes must be blinded from the truth... thank god you dont like the smell of revenge because its filling the air.
girl: just take me for what i am worth. there is no beauty. it would be easy... fear dosnt attract you . i hope not. thats all i have.
so as i tilt my head with this knife. thinking what i've done to you. i'm so OH GOD....harmless.