By Ali Date: 2008 Sep 13 Comment on this Work [[2008.09.13.15.42.5211]] |
I love you to the point where I'm aching, breaking apart and breaking down, one cliche fighting with another until I'm apart, and you're asunder-- and all I want is to hear your voice telling me it's alright. But we're one letter past another, sentences made of bright crimson bedtime stories, tales told in the dark, but you're not prince charming and I'm not Juliet-- and I don't know where this goes, and where it went, and if I should dare to follow. |