Kiss these bitter lips...
Hold this fragile body hand...
Love this broken heart.
Sometimes when I say, 'I'm fine.' I want someone to look me if my eyes and say, 'Tell the truth.'
Sometimes I think love is just a biological urge. Other times it seems like a spiritual quality. Love, unlike energy or matter, seems limitless.
· Mon Jul 07, 2008 @ 05:58pm · 0 Comments