Sunday, January 16, 2011

Little Island

The walls of your heart are breaking down in the slowest manner I've ever witnessed. You've found a disconnect, and I've seen that which you lack.

What you don't realize is that, from the moment I met you, I started building a bridge to your heart. And this bridge has braved the coldest of winters. Don't fight me; I didn't come here to hurt you.

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