09-02-03 - 5:43 am
he's here again. always knocking, but usually left outside. must be getting cold out, usually feel bad for him when he's left out like that. he talks for hours on end, very interesting guy. likes to talk of joining the circus or faking his death or building a restraunt. insomnia.
leave the laugh to fate
leave the love to hate
leave the days to nights
like fights in the skies
pulled back her hair let
her eyes be wild let
her tears be bold let
her smile be wild let
im drunk on conversation
dead to explination of
rain to condensation like
fornication of a bud to a
rose to a drop of blood on
your cheek
bandaid my face because bloods
in my eyes on my cheeks on my lips
cause when you cry its your hearts
only way of saying goodbye or
i love you
i liked the way your ears looked when you were little.
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