Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Crave You;


And with every crisp sounding breath that I take, your presence still lingers here.

I know I've said this a thousand times and thousands of minutes of passed since that day, but this heart is still in its silver cage.

I'm still in awe, in awe of you.

Always remember sweetheart, bitterheart, that mountains can never tear you apart.


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Do you remember the old times,
those were the only times, the only times.


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