January 2011
2 posts
This is my piece of my pie, and with a teary eye, i let go. no time to write in white this was meant to be, even if i wasn’t. The costume may change, but the guy playing the part will remain the same. I’m still the same inside.
touche amore,
You drew your weapon and fired. You blew my mind, head shot. No mess, no splatter. I shatter, for i am an empty shell. Swept up and away into the breeze, flying. Finally flying, finally free.