the trouble with me, by day_tripper07 Subscribe to rss feed for day_tripper07

your arm around me
your eyes locked on me
in my innocence i felt special

the cigarrete between your lips
your calloused hands upon my hips

i take a drag and place it back
as to not disturb (your image)
for if i took part of you away
youd be unable to portray
the "you" you have created

i saw deep
deep, past the booze and drugs
to something worth keeping
but you tug
and yank
and tear my heart at the seams

a hug
a forceful glance goodbye
you stumble and try not to fall
'cause you won't remember
"us" at all 
Posted: 2007-03-08 02:15:08 UTC

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2007-03-15 16:01:49~*PuRely*DeVine*~
wow great job