Our faces are promises, now.
Tiny plans coated in silver chloride,
Framed by your shining future and
Mounted on the tip of your Ginsu-knife tongue
To be forever blessed among the
Undying eternities of the present tense.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Sometimes I wish I could cut you out and paste you here where I can keep a good eye on you (and you can keep one on me.) Anything and everything reminds me of you, and sometimes when other people smile I see you in them; sometimes I hear a voice that sounds like your's; sometimes I hear a word that sounds like your name and I look over every. single. time.
And whenever I see a blue sky I wish you could be under it with me. So I guess that's every day.
I just love you so much.
And whenever I see a blue sky I wish you could be under it with me. So I guess that's every day.
I just love you so much.
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