My days are spent staring at the bandages, because that's where the light enters. If you're still bleeding, you're the lucky one. Give your heart back to itself. To the stranger who has loved you all along, and you ignored for another.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Go After It, or Go With It?
There is something incredibly honest about trees in winter. They’re experts at letting things go. My eyes have not seen pleasure since your eyes, and I've got a ringing in my head from when you broke my chest.
My days are spent staring at the bandages, because that's where the light enters. If you're still bleeding, you're the lucky one. Give your heart back to itself. To the stranger who has loved you all along, and you ignored for another.
My days are spent staring at the bandages, because that's where the light enters. If you're still bleeding, you're the lucky one. Give your heart back to itself. To the stranger who has loved you all along, and you ignored for another.
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