Tonight I have become the gossip and the choir. The useless and the used. The one who reaches for her arms. I am denied.
we trust and believe so easily. in words that we speak, we seek security from one another.
you know i’ll be there when you need me to.
you know i’ll be right by you.
you know i’ll still go to east coast park to skate.
HAHAHA.!
Fairness does not govern life and death. If it did, no good person would ever die young.
Your smile tells more tales than a 10-dollar psychic. I know that love is your target but the dart you grasp is shy of sharp and a little limp for my liking.
We said we’d write it down because half of the time we tend to forget all the little things we planned and plant so deep inside of our heads. Take my word that feelings are gone. All hands on deck and our weapons are drawn. We sing the night to sleep this time. The last time. Just like the last time.
