dress me up and let's go to Vegas*
Friday, January 18, 2008
there's still
so much to be said
Lala, none other, a las 1:11 AM 20 [They treat horses, don't they?]
Saturday, January 05, 2008

Lips from afar bubbles, the concrete can never let you down.

Yours is a black heart and yours is also the darkest secret ever confined.
Yet you own the bright that shines through every shared blanket,
and the glowing smile of the lazy summer breeze.
You truly do.

We have two trees, and just one path that matches them from our view.
Maybe our path is always one, no matter what.
I delight myself into thinking that, if I was one of those falling leaves,
you'd be waiting for me on the ground.
I truly do.

Lala, none other, a las 2:24 PM 0 [They treat horses, don't they?]