sexta-feira, janeiro 04, 2008
there's a lot of love, but not the kind I need.
have ya ever made soup out of pumpkin seeds. there's a lot of skin and flesh I never should have seen; there's too many half-ways-in-betweens. there's a lot of stays, I think I wish I'd done; there's a lot of leaves my true love gave to me; there's a lot of birds that people like to draw; there's a lot of sees, I wish I never saw.
roubado do perfil do pedro.
