BLOGGER TEMPLATES AND TWITTER BACKGROUNDS

Thursday, November 26, 2009

I'll sleep on your chest and in your mind.
I'll run rampant through your dreams.
Late night conversations convert
themselves into the most untrue form of
love.
despair.
happiness.
despair.
peace.
despair.
Posted by at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)