Dec 22, 2011 20:21
i tell tales of better days,
i speak words of hope.
i tell all my deseased lovers names.
I left out the parts involving knotted ropes...
Nothing was bad...
Everything was painted golden...
I told them all the things i owned... things i never really had..
I sold all i could sell them.
False hopes and memories suit them so much better. . .