Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Outside my window..
Intoxicated from the marks natures warmth left on your skin, I'm wasted on time I'd only want to waste with you. My head spins, and your eyes scream for my feet to stay put, to stay locked in yours. Unconscious, I fall back in, head underwater, and I never thought I'd be here again. Yet this time, 12:36, it's not the same- I'm not drowning for false idols, but a heart of gold, and the occasional hair stuck to my tongue..