More than just luck

[thebaconman]

We got lost, far too lost, seperated in the forests in between havens.  From dreams perfect imitation to figments of imagination, ghosts on each other's pillows, scents burned under my nose, touches singed through my clothes.  My midnight eyes are always full, never tearful, but more than fearful.  We couldn't just settle for cake, icing and

Comments

what up

[soksabai]

don bacon. ha.
do you remember me from middle school??
it's megan price, incase you were wondering.
mind if i add ya??

Re: what up

[thebaconman]

oh yeah you can add me, I'll add you back.