saturday night confessions.

Jun 08, 2008 13:19


what i am to you is not real.

summer nights chill me to the very core. to my insides, all stitched and impaled. i do not cope well with happiness, with sunshine. bring on the rain. and yet, the company i keep are oozing sunshine, they sparkle and shine - they are warmth. it’s cold without you. i am cold without you. there are moments in the autumn ( Read more... )

words words words, poetry, real life

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kaiwynn June 8 2008, 18:36:49 UTC
this is beautiful.

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autumn_scarlet June 9 2008, 00:13:06 UTC
<3

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love_eachother June 9 2008, 08:44:08 UTC
Aw, babe. You underestimate yourself

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