Wednesday, March 09, 2011

i'm running out of time

I don't want to miss you
I really don't

I've never literally cried on someone's shoulder until you.
Neither has anyone made me feel so beautiful with my stick legs and boney hands.
And I never got tired of you.
I was always mad at you but I never got tired of you.

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