
You come beating like moth’s wings -
Whipping me into a storm,
Shaking me down to the core.
But you run away from me.
Jul
02
2009
02
2009
Jul
01
2009
01
2009
Jun
30
2009
30
2009
Jun
29
2009
29
2009
Passenger Seat.

“Do they collide?” I ask and you smile.
With my feet on the dash, the world doesn’t matter.
Jun
28
2009
28
2009
And God knows that you can’t see after dark, but I won’t give this up ’cause I wrote this on my chest.
My ~love~ life.