amantes sunt amentes: lovers are lunatics
You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I'm not who I used to be, no longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise the youthful boy below who turned your way and saw something he was not looking for: both a beginning and an end, but now he lives inside someone he does not recognize when he catches his reflection on accident. On the back of a motor bike, With your arms outstretched trying to take flight, leaving everything behind. But even at our swiftest speed we couldn't break from the concrete, in the city where we still reside. And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men; cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides, like brothers on a hotel bed
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11/07/09 @ 18:51
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It's surprising how much love just one body can hold.

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