 : bite my lip, taste this blood, feel my heart pumping within my skin.. as i scream insanity.. darling u have the best of me... 
sitting here thinking.. listening to the beat of the rain.. and faint music in the background. i'm soo tired. but yet i refuse to sleep. always on the go, never wanna stay home. i drink to much and i love to touch.. i seem to fall, and no one ever catches me. it is probably because i like the chase, then when i'm ready to fall they walk away. its always the same shit, a different day. and yes she has a hotter touch, possibly a better fuck. i define it as a crush, oh so lush. maybe its lust in a bottle of broken hearts and torn skin. maybe i should think of now, and not what could have been. i like to smile, but they seem so fake. now its a bunch of feelings in some pills, i don't know which one to take. i like to kiss, bite, feel, touch. sometimes i fall for it, then its a bit much. i like to ramble in words and sentences that make no sense. maybe if you knew me.. you'd know bout all this - Whitney Gwenie Gwen. Myspace.com/gwenethsharp </a> |
