A perpetual sigh being looped through the living room. Tell the truth? You lie all the time; right now you are lying on your side. Your skin is dry and you don't know why. All your limbs are swollen ; you've been walking with a limp. More like stumbling to and fro with no particular aim or direction.
Rejection.
I could tell you were coming from the other end of the street due to the fact that I heard your loud (sarcastic) laugh and the cackle of your cough.
q: "Why, when do you get off work tonight?"
a: "As soon as you get here dear love-of-my-life."
Be mine valentine.
Post script: I will devise a black box so when this plane that we've built by splicing the blood in our veins crashes you'll have evidence to piece together my downfall. How could it not all be tragic?
Rejection.
I could tell you were coming from the other end of the street due to the fact that I heard your loud (sarcastic) laugh and the cackle of your cough.
q: "Why, when do you get off work tonight?"
a: "As soon as you get here dear love-of-my-life."
Be mine valentine.
Post script: I will devise a black box so when this plane that we've built by splicing the blood in our veins crashes you'll have evidence to piece together my downfall. How could it not all be tragic?
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