How is it his memory can come back? It haunts me, I'm tired of listening, listening and doing. It's like a curse. something I can't control, But i can. He tells me, I listen. So what if i do it? What's the worst that can happen? His voice is like satin. Soft, black satin. His heart bears no such comfort. It's like ice; cold and hard. That's why i'm scared of what he can make me do. . .
SpankyMcWilliams · Thu Jul 31, 2008 @ 05:23am · 0 Comments |