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*VIVA VOCE.
01.16.03 @ 9:11 pm misery is like spring to you. i can only imagine the way you cringe at the sight of bright colors and budding flowers. the sun sickens you and i know we'd all like to be dancing in a meadow where the sun bathes us; but not you. winter is a comfort. the dismal trees sing songs of desolation to remind us we never have to be alone again. i dont know how to hold your hand when i can't even hold onto my sanity. these arms will shiver&shake so i'm just warning you; this might be everything you've been waiting for. palms sweaty and words seizing to meet the pefection of this, this will be the last honest story i ever tell: i kept the light on for you that night so i'd know you were home when i awoke and it was off. but the light shined straight through the night and even when i awoke to give you morningtime kisses it was still going strong. you didn't have to tell me that it was over. << >> SN–— M |