Sunday, July 20, 2008
carry all my trash around until you Think It’s Okay to Just simply leave it all Behind. I hate these filthy neutrals With their neutral tones and subtle shimmer. saw your hand shake with Tears for his tragic son. I don't remember doing this With your mouth open or with your sleepy eyes. candle touches the lower lip and the Holy ghost forms an integral part of today’s lonely dream. distraction came from a painful Period in his artistic choices. I want to lose grip on the Winter people and laugh at Your mistakes, but never make you Cry.