2003-04-23 - 5:54 p.m.

these lungs inhale the purest form of whatever it is you want it to be. these fingers grab greedily for whatever is you want to give.

these pupils see whatever it is you are hiding from the rest of the world.

my life is a thin piece of paper, and willingly, ill allow you to tear.

this girl with pale skin, crooked teeth, and a weak heart, kneels at your feet not out of respect, it is because she cant see past those defecits you have pointed out.

and she thinks you are the best thing in the world, because she has never noticed yours.