Thursday, July 10, 2003



they slit our throats like we were flowers
and our milk has been devoured.

when u want it
it goes away too fast.
times u hate it
it always seem to last
but just remember
when you think you're free
the crack inside your fucking heart is me

i wish i could sleep but i can't lay on my back
because there's a knife for everyday that i've known you

lie to me, cry to me, give to me
i would
lie with me, die with me, give to me
i would

hope that we die holding hands
for always


posted by mingzheng  # 1:05 PM
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