Tuesday, March 20, 2007'♥
Photo Of The Day.
dreams on your wings.
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- tiny birds -
she has no answers to those questions.
she couldnt ask - there was nothing to ask for.
she couldnt speak - of words that belonged to no hearts.
foolish games; they had it good.
this slow conflagration that devours all that she knew and believed.
her wings are clipped, his dreams tangled in her sheets.
it's all fleeting by too quickly.
This - a summer that'll never come;
and she who is just holding on to the tail of her sun.
12:54 AM
