"& if only the world could remain in a frame, like a painting on the wall.
I think we'd finally see the beauty then and stare at it in awe."




Monday, October 11, 2010

Pour que vous:



Locked away safe in my veins,
pieces of you still swim.
As you leave me breathless with wishes
& your deep marks in my skin.

For you,
I'd bleed myself dry.


Posted by Emily Rose. at 9:21 AM

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