Thursday, November 19, 2009

Like his music..
his smile makes me melt.
I wouldn't mind being the future
Mrs. Melillo.
In the beginning things were so damn easy. It seemed that everything I am was what you wanted. As we grew into our skin, mine got thicker as yours was wearing thin thinking about the girls' you missed, the lips unkissed, what might have been.

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