December 2008
3 posts
As we grow older, our standards absolutely shift. Not sure if I can handle this right now.
I am terribly clingy. Bad sign. I need my job to happen NAOW.
come to me in earnest,
sell your heart from the shop on your sleeve
i’ll buy it, love, just give a fair price
day to day, i’ll waste away
waiting for your smile
oh i’ll drive a thousand miles
just to see that smile again
carry hope
welcome home