Monday, Sept. 22, 2003
forgetting you
break sticks across my back
kiss my scars better
too scared to be alone
whispers in my heart
tell me to forget you
now is neither the time
nor the place
please just hold me close
and i will dry my tears
that i cry for no one
and nothing
music: the early november [walking on glass]
thissidedown at 7:41 pm