Ink black stars
Grace my hands
Courtesy of a bored day in Chem Class
Navy blue polish
On my nails
Courtesy of a dark mood
Scarred lips
I bit them so hard
To keep from kissing you
Aching lungs
From holding my breath
Every time you passed
Clouded eyes
From dreaming of you nightly
And wishing it all would be true
Running mascara
From tears that escaped
I tried to keep them in.
{i really did}
When you stand next to me, i get dizzy
When you say my name, i go silly
When you look at me, i blush
When you bite back a smile, i do the same
It's all courtesy of you
Friday, November 21, 2008
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