Life is so… whatever.

you smell like watermelons in the summer

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you’re so full of yourself that you spill into me as well,
and i am forced to separate our senses:
i am the one who needs you recklessly and hopelessly
with the passing of every falling star,
and you are the one who notices every shade of the moon
but cannot tell me the color of my eyes.

no, i didn’t write that. i wish i did. i wish i could. i wish i could write poetry.


Written by eeeek

March 2, 2010 at 10:48 am

Posted in Quoted

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