My shoes.
My allergies suck. My feet hurt. My stomach hurts. I don't like to move. I'm tired. My lips are ******** up. My nose is gross.
"All because of you, I haven't slept in so long. And when I do I dream, of drowning in the ocean. Longing for the shore, where I can lay my head down, inside these arms of yours. All because of you, I believe in angels. Not the kind with wings, no, not the kind with halos. The kind that bring you home, when home becomes a strange place. I’ll follow your voice, all you have to do is shout it out.
nangal · Sat Jul 11, 2009 @ 02:42am · 1 Comments |