their clocks tick. sure, his
is off-beat much like his life
and hers ticks along
sluggishly. o how
a heart can stumble into
another in the
most inopportune
manner! this doesn’t make sense,
she whispered that first
night, and he could do
no more than agree. this is
pointless, he rejoined,
and instead of that
expected sombre moment
they both just snorted.
death’s conventional
and the night is young, though their
days are old and mourn
for the loss of hope.
kiss, touch, **** love. it’s enough
for two criminals.
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 1:55 PM UTC
their clocks tick. sure, his
is off-beat much like his life
and hers ticks along
sluggishly. o how
a heart can stumble into
another in the
most inopportune
manner! this doesn’t make sense,
she whispered that first
night, and he could do
no more than agree. this is
pointless, he rejoined,
and instead of that
expected sombre moment
they both just snorted.
death’s conventional
and the night is young, though their
days are old and mourn
for the loss of hope.
kiss, touch, **** love. it’s enough
for two criminals.