so....
last night i stole the sun for a girl, who wanted nothing but the world. now i have nothing, except for scourched hands and sweat stains on my favorite shirt. she looked at me with eyes so deep, and said dont you play the martyr with me...you know this isnt the way it should be and most of all you know...that this isnt me. so now two loves eat the world, like racing commets thru space there hurled, two loves that never loved to love but rather loved the thought of...something...different and better but still so far between