a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








soon forgotten


it's only suiting that i speak the truth. love, i have to tell you now. no longer looking through dirty windows, we wipe away the dust, the stains of years & years gone by. & if you forget me, you will not forget my kisses or my blood.

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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