Wednesday, October 5, 2011

At least you have ambition.

I want to be the sound your shoes make, hitting the pavement, day after day.
I want to be the ribbons wrapped around your bony wrist.
I want to be all of the things you think it better not to say.
I want to be the things you throw away.
I want to know the things you don't want to share.
I want you to know how much I care.

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