septiembre 30, 2007

You are the dark ocean bottom

I'm scared shitless of what I am beginning to feel because I don't know if I'm ready to feel it yet again.

I'm a romantic plastic piece of shit you can mold, until I break into chokeable pieces.

I'd write a nice little poem about it, but I'm not in the mood.

When you say my name, I wanna stop it in your lungs.

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