Thursday, April 28, 2005
my hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me,so wont you kill me so i die happy.
my heart is yours to fill or burst,to break or bury whichever you prefer.
my heart breaking routine.just for you.
there are lines that are dividing
too much of what we want to be
and there are smiles too empty to be faked over the phone lines
and it gets tiring to try so hard all the time
and it gets painful to hurt over
the only thing that can make it all okay.
this time.
.if this shaking isnt indicating enough maybe it would help for me to scream it in your face until it finally sinks in that i am much too scared for intimacy for my own good because i want to be your everything but it takes time to get over this highlit insecurities
SPIT ME OUT DEAR,I'LL SUCK YOU BACK IN