Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Wait, they don't love you like I love you

All the pretty girls wear high necked dresses.
Their hair is naturally beautiful; gently and subtly breathtaking.
Lips stained pink with innocence and whispers.
And that ever so slight purplish bruising underneath their eyes, betraying late nights spent gazing at constellations with equally beautiful lovers.


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