I guess a little bit was too much to ask for, I thought that you would be able to save room in your heart for me; you say I am in there but I think you buried me another again. I knew you were just like me but I thought that eventually we could help each other to change but I guess we were just both so far gone dealing with our own emotions. Me, with my Choux Pastry heart will always care about you; that's why I told you that you could always holla if you need me. You will always be like a star across my sky; no one could replace you- you’re that special. There is just something about you. If this world were mine everything would be perfect, but nothing even matters. I will never have to try sleeping with a broken heart because I gave it up to you a long time ago when you used to love me.
“Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those, who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear, which is inherent in a human condition”
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
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