Jan 2014
Convinced that there is no life after death,
Convinced that no god watches over me,
Convinced my actions never really count.
I don't believe.
But for some blasted reason there is one person,
Tried true and tested rigorously,
And this one woman I trust. I believe.
I believe in love.
Convinced that no god watches over me,
Convinced my actions never really count.
I don't believe.
But for some blasted reason there is one person,
Tried true and tested rigorously,
And this one woman I trust. I believe.
I believe in love.
No longer puppy love, I've been through too much heartbreak to let that exist.
No, this is like a grain of sand in an hourglass. No mater how many times
It passes that threshold between vestibules of the glass,
The grain stays the same.
And it still counts time.
No, this is like a grain of sand in an hourglass. No mater how many times
It passes that threshold between vestibules of the glass,
The grain stays the same.
And it still counts time.
(21/M/Salt Lake City)
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