February 2010
2 posts
Another day...
Here I am barely breathing. Barely living
Tiny Vessels
This is the moment that you know That you told her that you loved her but you don’t. You touch her skin and then you think That she is beautiful but she don’t mean a thing to me. Yeah, she is beautiful but she don’t mean a thing to me. I spent two weeks in Silver lake The California sun cascading down my face There was a girl with light brown streaks, And she was...