Why do they wound the most, few people I truly love.
For I have promised myself to love as though I've never been hurt before.
....and every time they do such a thing, I leave my childhood inocence and a part of me becomes a monser.
....but I gratefully love that monster for it heals my wounds.
....for it keeps me safe, keeps my heart (far) away from breaking.
....yet I question exsistance of my heart.
....for there is a chance my heart is eaten by the one creature that heals it.
gigi , SWEET DEMON OF MINE
Post je objavljen 16.08.2006. u 00:36 sati.