at does it mean,
My love feels a little tainted, my mouth unclean,
We are dreamers and I believe in dreams,
I ride and ride.
I am broken.
I can not push time.
Would I even if I could?
Do you believe in moments,
The ones that carry me through the days,
The moments of silence,
Your overcast eyes,
The girl from the beach,
She taught me more about love,
She showed me how to love,
She loved herself before all else,
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
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