. The Fear of Smiling .
If you could write twice a week
I might feel like I'm just a little bit more
Of a something, a someone
I can see you, but you can't see me
I can touch you, but you don't know me
I can breathe you, when you look right through me
I can't hurt you, but you can hurt me
A perfect dream is a nightmare awaitingThere's this book
(
Read more... )