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, September 19, 2010

You Are.

You are the boy of my dreams,
my angel without wings,
the song that I sing,
my everything.

You're all that I want,
you're all that I need,
you're all I deserve,
my everything.

Your kisses are amazing,
your hugs are the best,
if you asked if I loved you,
the answer would be "Yes."

You're the beat of my heart,
the sun shining down,
even when you aren't with me,
you're still all around.



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