Tuesday, July 7, 2009

I once gave you my heart, but now im just a pretty soul


A bridge always connects two things. I know where I came from; I'm not sure where I am going.

Late night conversations have my mind in a bind.
Too much talking and not enough doing send shivers down my spine.
Bad decisions are floating around my life.
Its dangerous to sit and think under the moonlight.

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