keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails
<< Saturday, Mar. 17, 2012 - 7:29 pm >> I lack this thing called faith. Is it insecurity? Or are we just not meant for each other. I am always waiting and overwhelmed, and he is too zen, too unreal. When I lie down next to his heart he feels like a brother to me. Every time we fight, I feel like a mother or a severe older sister scolding a child. Am I a psychological mess? We don't agree about most things. We say some nice words, but lots of mean nasty shit. And I would kiss Tengo if he really existed. But I hold you dear close to my heart you know, and when this presence turns into an absence we know we'll both be sorry. Cinnamon lips kissing the rain
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