( original post date would have been 02 20 08. this is the most editing i've ever done in my life. beside you. original title : i have writers block)
I’m lying on my back now
feburary eating at my bare skin.
The stars look all too near
smoke trails out of my mouth, lingering in the air.
Flowers on the razor wire
can you see me from above?
I know you’re here
the record cracks
We are few
my eyes dim with you on my mind
And far between
I was thinking about her skin
do you wanna make her ours?
Love is a many splintered thing
goose bumps and the way you use to look at me
Don’t be afraid now
Just walk on in
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