To me, you are the light from a light bulb that breaks sometimes. And the tender warmth inside, is released into my life. And it smothers me in flames, that lick and scorch my face. As the smoke reaches the sky, know I'm burning tonight.
4:25 am. Dear Sleep, Any time you'd like to pop into my head would be quite fine.really... AANNNYY time now... im ready. I'll be gentle, and welcoming, and oh so happy to see you. kthnxby. Jessi