Sunday, May 16, 2010

...stolen kisses are sweet but leave the heart empty. Having something you greatly desire constantly elude you is one of the spices of life and I am quickly growing tiresome of it's bitter sweet taste...

"Circle me and the needle moves gracefully Back and forth If my heart was a compass you'd be North... Risk it all cause I'll catch you if you fall. Wherever you go If my heart was a house you'd be home."

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