Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Eleanor Rigby;


The longing, the holding, the missing, it still lingers in every bone.

I'm going to keep this simple tonight, no catch phrases, no lyrical references, just plain raw cocaine truth.

I love you and I miss you like hell,
No matter how far, how long, how hard.

Forever and fucking always, promise.



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Sweep me back off my feet, the night when we first met.

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