February 2010
8 posts
January 2010
8 posts
EVERY SINGLE NIGHT YOU FALL ASLEEP ON ME.
I’m getting so so so tired of it.
I feel like I should be narrorating my life in my head in a stern monotone voice.
I don’t mind the sun sometimes The images it shows I can taste you on my lips And smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary And softly spoken lies You never know just how you look Through other people’s eyes