December 2011
71 posts
“This is our luck baby running out.”
Who are we to be emotional? Who are we to play with hearts and throw away it all? Who are we to turn each other’s heads? Who are we to find ourselves in other people’s beds? Who are you to make me feel so good? Who are we to tell ourselves that we’re misunderstood? Who am I to say I’m always yours? Who am I to choose the boy that everyone adores?
“I’m falling for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet.”
“Time out. But keep the tapes rolling, just incase I say anything brilliant....”
