Tuesday, August 25, 2009

▼SCRTCH▼


Scratching you out on a piece of acrylic makes me happy.

It's not perfect, but I'm still working on it.

I miss you. I can't sleep because I've grown accustomed to your pillow, your comforters, your smell, and your warmth. Here it's just me and even my pillows no longer smell like me. It feels like a different place. ):

Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime.
Say the word and I will follow you.
Share each day with me, each night, each morning.
Love me. That's all I ask of you.


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