|Current mood:|| contemplative|
|Current music:||Car Wrecks and Plane Crashes. Acrossfiveaprils.|
trade 19 years.. for 19 minutes..
Dear whoever you are or want to be known as at this time,
So this is what you have to say now? But your choice of words, will forever be mine. but words dont come easy. and would it really matter if you had counted the days left with your hands?
You, you left the light on, and theres a chance i might have drempt of you, and you wouldnt hold on...
slowly the pen touches the paper in the guidence of the words you would write, in rememberence of the things we once did.
Did i bother telling you about them, as the words crossed teeth and i crossed your lips?
Smile staged in photographs, here until...
but you were there to hold on. Kill or be killed spill the words from your mouth, ill lay awake for a while, and ill leave the light on tonight, but you couldnt last a lifetime, while the blade goes carving across your heart...