She is moments and I am a journal
She is comfort and I am belongingness
She is hangover and I am a couch
She is why it won't and I am why it will
She is in control and I am vulnerable
She is defense mechanisms and I am much at risk
She is lake and I am a fishing rod
She is paintings and I am blinded
She is forget me and I am forget me not
She is box of chocolates and I am a roll of tissue
She is poetry and I am an ink of pen
She is queen of hearts and I am circle of fifths
She is reality and I am dying for her lips
She is something and I am somehow
She is every end of the day and I should sleep now
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
She is moments and I am a journal
She is comfort and I am belongingness
She is hangover and I am a couch
She is why it won't and I am why it will
She is in control and I am vulnerable
She is defense mechanisms and I am much at risk
She is lake and I am a fishing rod
She is paintings and I am blinded
She is forget me and I am forget me not
She is box of chocolates and I am a roll of tissue
She is poetry and I am an ink of pen
She is queen of hearts and I am circle of fifths
She is reality and I am dying for her lips
She is something and I am somehow
She is every end of the day and I should sleep now
