September 11, 2010

Seagulls & Nonsense

My forever is yours always
My heart is never my own again
My breath, my touch, my lips
I weakly surrender to yours...
Weakly, gladly, completely.
Every stupid cliche applies
Every love song rings true
Every corny sentiment too
Lost, incomplete, dead without you
I don't have anything, but still
Like some bratty little kid
"Mine" is my favorite word again

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