Your hands are made of soft regret and light kisses.
Your lips deliver the best lies and the boldest cries.
Your eyes are like leaves swaying in the wind not knowing where to land.
And it didn't surprise me that your feet carried fear.
But I still don't understand how an empty heart beats.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wave
Your flight leaves in the morning.
Don't look back when you take off.
. . .because I'll be leaving you.
Don't look back when you take off.
. . .because I'll be leaving you.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
It's a lie.
When I tell you, "I don't love you", don't believe me.
Please don't believe me.
It's the farthest thing from the truth.
Please don't believe me.
It's the farthest thing from the truth.
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