Nov 22, 2009 00:44
she strings paper hear(me or no)ts
on(lytimewilltel) li(es)nes of
hesita(lkofsatisfac)tion, she fell
down stairs
downstairs
dawn stares
with unforgiv(emepleaseI'mbegg)ing
eyes. A pocket full of chance.
could you break (a doll[i]ar?) even,
break c(lea[vemeshake])n
spare me the change (in pace, in
hear[t(he)ache])
just let me lo(oseletmechoo)se
touch with reality (shows what
I know.)
EDIT:
KeptinJamesTKirk: GOODNIGHT JOHN
SuluFenceDance: LOL
KeptinJamesTKirk: I MISS U
KeptinJamesTKirk: 2
SuluFenceDance: GTFO CHRIS
KeptinJamesTKirk: I DON'T SLEEP THE SAME WITHOUT U
SuluFenceDance: YEAH CUZ YOU WANK OFF WITHOUT ME
KeptinJamesTKirk: also drujnk txtingg is hilarrrrrus
KeptinJamesTKirk: sa hi 2 ur wife 4 mee loll
SuluFenceDance: ya k shur
SuluFenceDance: lol
KeptinJamesTKirk: WOOOOOOooo body SHotts
KeptinJamesTKirk: god
KeptinJamesTKirk: what if
KeptinJamesTKirk: that exchange totally happens
KeptinJamesTKirk: fuck it, it's real
SuluFenceDance: i wouldn't be surprised
KeptinJamesTKirk: i believe it
KeptinJamesTKirk: we already called the bromance
SuluFenceDance: totes
SuluFenceDance: we're prophets
KeptinJamesTKirk: LOL WELL I AM A POPE
SuluFenceDance: LOL I FORGOT
KeptinJamesTKirk: k bye being smited by jesus
SuluFenceDance: k
bromance,
lol whut,
poetry