July First 2007-
a letter to you:
i'm bad at goodbye but thats ok,
because you never say them, though we should
you say "aye, this is all my doing"
...i better find my way out of this
it's all my fault because i had been restrained by fear
afraid i'd do anything get rid of your taste, mixed with tears to forget
"more than anything"
these lips are too proud to be loose
but not for you
you lure me in because you know you can
-ashmaed i could stay with you like this forever
oh my how things haven't changed