| Current mood: |  loved |
| Current music: | Jeff Buckley- In My Arms |
Just as when I am in your arms
((I seriously have to fix the dates on my entries, they are so screwed up for some reason. Damn blurty.))
Slow birds, no breeze
Iron hearts, rustin' streams
Long march, small crimes
Soft words whisper
Its time to come home
Your eyes
To bring back your charms
To sit real still
In my arms
Clocks tick, trees pound
Lions roar on empty streets
Long lists in black and white
Red words that read like
The forth of july
You're home, look at me,
You're home, uh huh,
You're home
In my arms
Just as the song says, "you're home in my arms." And that is true for me when I am in your arms. You mean the world to me and I'll love you for always and that's a promise. There aren't words beyond those that you've already heard, so all that I can say is, I love you, I love you, I love you, and I love you.
~Ryan.
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