2003-08-20
wind
tears glisten on unmade up cheeks as i touch your face so gently that you'd barely notice if i didnt
falling in love isnt the words to describe the severity of the feelings that i seem to come across when i see either of you
lips bitten so red that the blood runs across my tounge and down my raw throat from screaming your names into the empty wind
thissidedown at 7:45 p.m.