it's the sundial in you built in your bedroom. you said, "this represents all the days you weren't here to light up (in) my room." you're wrong though, i'm always there. it's the poetry staining your skin in my mother's lipstick. my favourite perfume sprayed on your pillowcase. these are the only reasons you can't get me out of your head. making you love me is a full-time job and every night i love you back is a wasted paycheck.
March 22, 2008
- March 22, 2008
- RosesAtSunset
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