i tripped and fell over my heart and it landed it you hands. I'll cry you my. crushed dreams and hope you can glue them back together. I've waited so long for something, only for it to be taken away. Won't you save me? Don't slam the door, it reminds me of him... your kiss hurts more than your words, sing to me, tell me I'm worth more than the cover of a magazine. Save me from this corrupt future. I love you, isn't that enough insintive to come and love me back? I could sceam in a crowded room, and you wouldnt hear me over the silence, I do, I scream at you everytime i see you. Don't shut me out, let me inside the door. I promise not to give anyone the key, You look at me, and the sting, of your eyes burns, it hurts so bad, for your stare is no deeper than skin. Listen to your fingers rythm on the top of the seat, it will show you how I feel, I've been tapping for eternity, all for you and nothing.. tahts all for now im going through a mild patch of writers block im gonna try to break it tonight
An argument recurring between my Self and an old friend(and ancient enemy): As to whether people need each other to Love, or whether they need Love to tolerate each other. Of course the point of contention has always been that I work which ever side of the argument suits me best at any given time, or so it seems. This stands to the perception of that other as evidence of my not particularly acquiesing to Love as being valid at all. Yet I rather suspect that I concur with both points of view in equal measure.
