The hour hand's on 10.
&
The minute's on 4.
I think,
I know.
Half of me died
with you.
Way back,
when,
October nights weren't
so
fuckin'
lonely.
Until my other half
gives in.
I'll be your;
1/2-ghost,
earth-bound.
Sun.
For the "time" being,
I'll catch you on the
astral plane.
&
I'll see you in my dreams.
</3
When your life line
stops running,
across your body's
support screen.
What time
will your clock
stop at?
Time doesn't exist,
I will
ALWAYS
be here.
<3
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 3:33 PM UTC
The hour hand's on 10.
&
The minute's on 4.
I think,
I know.
Half of me died
with you.
Way back,
when,
October nights weren't
so
fuckin'
lonely.
Until my other half
gives in.
I'll be your;
1/2-ghost,
earth-bound.
Sun.
For the "time" being,
I'll catch you on the
astral plane.
&
I'll see you in my dreams.
</3
When your life line
stops running,
across your body's
support screen.
What time
will your clock
stop at?
Time doesn't exist,
I will
ALWAYS
be here.
<3
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