He still has those soft, smooth little boy arms. My hands running down them as we laid down and talked. I was in quite a mood when i asked him to come..
He said he loved my eyes. That they weren't just any brown, but a deepchocolate, almost black. Beautiful color, he said. But when i look at these eyes..
I'd much rather be left alone. Left to pause in the conclaves of my own mind. But, i am never alone. She is here. And she is a part of me.Genetically,..
Flashbacks dance in mind, they blow whistles as they come at random times. Then as soon as they come i find, they've danced on back to their own faded..
i'mtiredbutmore then tiredi'mlonelywords are cheapwithoutactions to back them upi try to be understandingbuti can't do itanymorei can't put my heart i..
it's justbeen on my mindandi don't even wanna ask you overanymorebecause i'm afraidyou'll always say noandit just hurtsyou alwayshave somethingbettero..