Thursday, November 08, 2007

Do you remember the first time?

She makes love just like a woman, but she breaks just like a little girl. Dylan inspires me. Sometimes I die just thinking about the words. Because I need you. Honestly I hate it, admitting it to myself, but ever since you called, I've been dying inside with all the life you've inspired me with.

If there were ever a scared chord, it would be the one that played when I met you. Not met you but Met You. Why am I like this. I'd love to know, rather than wither every day without you, lost, longing and listless. Half drunk (because completely drunk would be at the pass out stage), I think... ... ... ... about you. Your smile, and how much It'd got through just to earn that.

You talk about how much he didn't. you looked at me and said it. For all your genius, you're still stuck to whatever mankind is stuck with. Idiocy, and forgiveness.

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