his lips press against my ear, and his voice is the reason i make it through the day. silver-lined words chase away yesterday's shadows and tomorrow's worries, shoving me into the present; breadcrumb-love notes keep me company when he's too far away to hear, when i'm too far gone to listen. because he sees past uninhabited smiles and glassy eyes to irreparable short circuits.
'i love you broken, too.'
haven't been writing much lately, but i felt like posting something.






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i make them good girls go bad !
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just past your lips there's more anger than laughter
my heroine - silverstein
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She has no heart but she dreams in old fashioned ways. - K.W.
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just past your lips there's more anger than laughter
my heroine - silverstein
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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just past your lips there's more anger than laughter
my heroine - silverstein
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"Mistakes have been made, others will be blamed."
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just past your lips there's more anger than laughter
my heroine - silverstein
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