my surroundings fill the canvas i carry on my sleeve- a melted snowman,a broken step, a torn suit are all images we've come into contact with in our life. i abuse these like ammunition to rifle, fuel to vehicle and wings to soar. we are limitless and timeless in thought- write on
Friday 2 March 2012
pour my heart
I pour my heart out hoping that youll listen
I know im the one that left, but now my hearts twitching
I miss all those nights cooking in the kitchen
Switching to the bedroom, kissing, shoulders bitten, breasts glisten
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