Friday, December 3, 2010

Sweating All Your Blood

Breathe for love tomorrow


Hope is not a word I've ever understood, in order to protect myself from being let down. Now more than ever, all I can do is wait, close my eyes tight, and breathe. If you only cared.

I climb I slip I fall, reaching for your hand, but I lay here all alone, with my undying love.

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