| THINGS WITH YOU! I LOVE TRUE BLOOD |


love is not a noun,i never thought of a name to call him. he was a human, but he was my human.love is not a noun,
his heartbeat reminded me of a rainstorm, or maybe the axis of a train wheel, but either way i hated how it mattered to me and how cliched the mutterings of a heart became.
i felt like a bird, a yellow-bellied sap-sucker, every time i heard it whispering blood, but that never meant more than an elucidated want for something prettier. it resonated in my own, an echo of some crossed wires and heartstrings.
my heart broke for his, but never in place of it.
i didn't know if it was wrong to want him solely for myself;


I Wish You Were HereWe sit down to talk But you're so far away And all that I can say Is wish you were hereI Wish You Were Here
I look you in the eye As your heart begins to stray And all that I can say Is wish you were here
Then time pulled us apart Till my life turned cold and gray And all that I could say Was wish you were here
As tears of heartache fell The price of love to pay When all that I can say Is wish you were here
And now, more than before When at your grave I pray It's not enough to say I wish you were here
But as I
ALICE
I really appreciate it.
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Kind regards,
Frank
Enjoy my last News Article 'Inspiring Conceptual Art in Squares'
Just wanted to say, I LOVE THE NEW PHOTOS! Can't wait to see more!
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WHat do you like of black & white?
The shadows and lights!
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WHat do you like of black & white?
The shadows and lights!
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