I hope you remember Im captivated by the way you smell. I leave and your still on me. You think sometimes my life has nothing to do with you. I have reason to believe your satisfactory, as i browse through photos from the last evening. I think your perfect, don't run away. It scares me to believe that this is so true. Maybe you are supposed to be my summer. The day may be clear, but its still raining darling, i wouldn't want your camera to break, or my hair to lose volume. Can we turn this music louder please, just turn it up a little louder, only the scent of you, i simply cannot, i simply cannot withstand this torture anymore. I've never realised stories could taste so good. I do suppose stories can be read, reread, and read again. They are always the same stories, until, one day, the stories are all to recognisable. Its comforting to know your here hammer, i can break things with you sweetheart. My hammer, the one in which, you know all too well, i keep tucked safe under my pillow, just in case silence occurs. I wont hurt you, i cant can i? Your too perfect. I just wish I was there. Or rather, you here.Friday, February 15, 2008
Love is all you need.
I hope you remember Im captivated by the way you smell. I leave and your still on me. You think sometimes my life has nothing to do with you. I have reason to believe your satisfactory, as i browse through photos from the last evening. I think your perfect, don't run away. It scares me to believe that this is so true. Maybe you are supposed to be my summer. The day may be clear, but its still raining darling, i wouldn't want your camera to break, or my hair to lose volume. Can we turn this music louder please, just turn it up a little louder, only the scent of you, i simply cannot, i simply cannot withstand this torture anymore. I've never realised stories could taste so good. I do suppose stories can be read, reread, and read again. They are always the same stories, until, one day, the stories are all to recognisable. Its comforting to know your here hammer, i can break things with you sweetheart. My hammer, the one in which, you know all too well, i keep tucked safe under my pillow, just in case silence occurs. I wont hurt you, i cant can i? Your too perfect. I just wish I was there. Or rather, you here.
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