I thought this would be something to revel in. Together. I'm virgin to this phase of life that was supposed to be traveled together. Many do this on their own. Not usually by choice. I have you next to me, but you've been there before. The attractive, shiny, brightness of new has faded for you. While I feel every shock of emotion through this ten fold. Nothing more than a smile from you. Your like a leaky faucet...when I need Niagra Falls. Maybe it's supposed to be that way. To give me some balance. We both dare not go crazy. Who would keep the sense. Who cares about sense? I live for the days my head is ten feet above the clouds, and life feels like a dream that I could unfortunatley wake up from at any moment. Why can't we stay there? Pretend if you must.
How the hell do I fix this leaky faucet?
About Me
- Laura
- When the Japanese mend broken objects, they aggrandize the damage by filling the cracks with gold. They believe that when something's suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful.
