Friday, December 18, 2009

The soft lights of capital city


You know who you are and what you mean to me. I don't know what this is but all I know is it matters. It means the world to me at least. My tired eyes won't cry a river for you, neither would a smile lift itself from between the gaps of my teeth for any of this. This isn't what I'm your life for.

Don't say goodbye. I want to make this matter.

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