Sunday, February 06, 2005
.:symptoms of you:.
morning comes as she lays under the covers of her ocean printed comforter...awaking at the quiet 6...with the thoughts of the person whom she most loved yet hated...and then..she falls back to sleep...and finally at a quarter to 8...drapes her black shawl..quickly...tip-toeing down the dark hallway...and slowly down the spiral stairs..leading to the basement..there..she finds him...her attachment to mutation..him.
Take you away from that empty apartment.
You stay and forget where the heart is.
Someday if ever you love me you'd say it's okay.
screamed at|7:42 am
