january twenty second at twelve twenty p.m.
my hand thinks i'm an artist but my heart knows i'm a poet

i just need to hold that second a minute longer, i need that feeling. i want those innocent kisses and i want to hold your hand so i can make my heart feel full. so life will start to have meaning, and i'll start to feel hope again.

i wish the weather wouldn't just sit in my bones.

apr�s - vers l'avant

bout cinq...
ate pm - 2013-01-09
2012-12-02 - 2012-12-02
won a.m. - 2012-11-16
long cold nights - 2012-10-30
drowned dreams - 2012-10-30

lame