Sunday, January 31, 2010
zero negative.
Like a proud shooting star into the night,
she crashed through the airwaves and ripped open like a knife.
It was a bad disease; her search was over, over.
no longer my nightmare.
Like a proud shooting star into the night,
she crashed through the airwaves and ripped open like a knife.
It was a bad disease; her search was over, over.
no longer my nightmare.
what we could have been, 2:45 AM.
