Tuesday, 20 November 2012


I sat beside you, looking at your shadow.
speechless, as the wind raced through my hands
and the headlights shone right through.

the quietest mouths have the busiest minds

Mounting created Bloggif

I'm reckless and careless,
with actions and with words.
I'm tactless and flustered,
everything you are not.
Words spill out as fast as lightning,
I was too slow to contain them.
I'm not sure why you picked me,
or how I possibly deserve this insanely-rad you.
but now that you're here
I hope you stay.

I'd be the crazy one to give you up for anyone else...


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