these things are my promises to you;; my promises to myself. my eyes look swiftly up & down until these tears fall down my face. porcelain, pale, pink roses & mostly shattered dreams.
this is my gift, this is our goodbye to pain;; even if only for tonite.
& as are hearts drift away from one another, on clouds & ocean tides & moon beams. the angels are weeping.
[[even when you can not imagine me thinking about you: i am.]]
written on 2004-01-07 at 11:16 p.m.
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