Read It And Weap

I've got to spill my fucking guts somewhere,
it might as well be here.

If I Die Young

If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses, sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song. ♥

Sunday, August 15, 2010

From Deep Ago.

This is old,
and probably the first poem I ever wrote -
so don't laugh. Dx


I love you, I love you.
baby, it's true.
I cheerish every moment I spend with you.
I wish I could tell you just how i feel,
but I'm caught between my fantasy & what is real.
You mean the world & more to me
one day, I swear, I'll make you see.
You take my breath away ever day
just when you look at me & wisper "Hey."
It's the little things that you do,
that make me fall more & more in love with you!

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