"everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness"
Monday, September 12, 2011
Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door. Weary head hung, eyes to the floor. He says "Love, I'm sorry", and she says, "What for?" "I'm yours and that's it, Whatever. I should not have been gone for so long.
I'm yours and that's it, forever."
You're mine and that's it, forever.