We're tossed into the sea.
I'd rather live in days too dark than see you again.
I would be the one you'd never lay next to.So quietly.Our dreams are lost and beautiful.Miles from anywhere we can distinguish.How many necks will you break to get back home?"Enough," you said.This is where I walk away, tell youThings will be brighter someday. Scream it at the waves and do your fucking best.Tell the tide to stop its selfish changing so the moon can take a rest.We are glass children, lit to shine.Smart in the mouths but dull in our minds.I already posted this once. But there is more to it now.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Fuck the sun.
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