Mar 26, 2006 14:05
So heres the downlow.
I feel like a puddle o spilt milk on the floor.
I'm in love to the point of breaking bones.
... i'll cherish your 3rd disk for YEARS!
it's true... sometimes it hurts, and a lot of the time it burns.....
when it burns it burns bold.
a bonfire burning out of control.
I hate those sharp words from razorblade tongues
the ones that pierce through the skin
and make us forget who we are.
Insecurities.
I've got a few...
dont take them so seriously...
it's got nothing to do with you.
I promise.
They'll talk, you know it's true
They won't ever understand you...
not like we do
When you apologize....
when you bat my arms away...
your eyes fill dark
a piercing brown,
I know you mean business.
My eyes fill up, and you'll walk away.
Arms envelope me.
Weight squeezing me.
I'll reciprocate this hold.
Never let it go, no matter what.
I'll never let you go.