Natasha was my friend
When I was thirteen...
The shining light of stars
Are given up for the flickering light of cars...
If only for a while, I could taste his kiss.
The same kiss that is a phantom upon my lips of...
Eyes so blue
If only he knew...
She sits alone
Long hair in the wind...
I'm in love with a man who doesn't deserve me nor will he ever love me the way I ought to be loved. |
Boys are like flowers. |
Do i have a reason to die? no. do i want to die? yes. should i know why? maybe. |