Monday, November 8, 2010

Never settling.

"You don't say what you mean when you need me to go."

I wish closer attention was payed, effort was even.
I'm not okay with anything I've done besides my love. I've got no place to go, one by one I wave goodbye to my roots and my saviours. If everyone goes, I won't be surprised.

Dry these damned eyes, God.

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