Mar 26, 2007 00:37
something's different,
but everything's really still the same.
she has diamonds on her neck,
someday i'll put them around it.
either that or my hands,
but i'm not that vicious.
only in words.
put your hand in mine,
and kiss his cheek.
that's my weekend.
don't get me wrong, but i do speak fast. i make less sense than you do. i know i say it all the time but some day i'll find all the right words at the right time and finally get this right. wrists are turning black and blue again. i need to stop staying up so late.