Post by Sage Lilith Campbell on Jun 10, 2007 22:10:29 GMT
I sat alone on the porch swing rocking gently back and forth.
My eyes gazed at the stars up above.
"We have a house..." I whispered to myself, "We actually have a fucking house."
She's a bullet tearing through the wind;;[/font]
We walk along the wire, tied between horizons. You close your eyes like it's nothing at all. Throughout the rise and fall, Everything, everything changes. I will be here when you die.