boats and birds
it will be beautiful.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
we are the hunted...
We are the hunted,
We are the shining northern lights.
We are the nervous,
We feel our hands becoming vines.
We’ll dream in color tonight.
Love is tension and thrill
That begs to be ours.
I really want jake to be here todaynowrightnow. I miss him.
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