"Incoherent;
your wish list nailed to your door
---new eyes
---voice
---forgiveness
so pristine, how I give in to your
every little whim,"
'It's just impossible, baby…'
yet,
I give you my eyes
[[I'd rather be blind
than
let you miss your beauty]]
I give you my chords
[[I'd rather never speak again
than
let you sit in silence]]
I give my mind
[[I'd rather go insane
than
let you feel unworthy]]

And I'm broken in your hands."

11:13pm---1/12/2009