Trouble is, I'm deadly serious.
Monday, 23 May 2011
Hours Pass
The words I whispered,
I meant,
every single thing I said.
Believe me.
I need you.
Could not live
without you again,
longing for every inch of your perfection.
Brush me, under me...
You are in my heart,
you hold it.
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