December 2011
5 posts
“We were lovers, we were kissers
We were holders of hands,
We were make...”
October 2011
4 posts
I don’t have to runaway and live in the street. I can runaway and I can go to the ocean, I can go to the country, I can go to the mountains. I could go to Israel, Africa, Afghanistan.
Let me wrap myself around you
Let me show you how I see
And when you come back in from nowhere
Do you ever think of me?
“Have you ever seen a love burn brighter
than this mans love that you are...”
