| sleeps with butterflies ( @ 2008-03-26 18:16:00 |
paint our smiles already
and I realize we delude ourselves
if not broken poetry then scattered memories
as though the walls
on my skin are bulletproof
as though the languages
of your hands are trapped in a frame
don't consider silencing the heartfelt
don't even believe others can wish on our wrists
and I realize we delude ourselves
if not broken poetry then scattered memories
as though the walls
on my skin are bulletproof
as though the languages
of your hands are trapped in a frame
don't consider silencing the heartfelt
don't even believe others can wish on our wrists