October 2008
The cold is touchable, as I let my fingers try. The weather seems reasonable, as long as it'll dry. Don't ask me how I feel, 'cause I don't like to lie. The sun can go down, a little earlier today. T
History, history repeats itself, but I, I just never learn. Your mistake was giving me your heart to break, and still I miss you so. I just can't let you go. I hold you not to blame. I might as well,