parker’s desk

Its quiet. I can hear your heart­beat beside me. Here with me Lay­ing in the dark, reflec­tions On the ceil­ing and under the stars. I hear your voice Whis­per­ing to me Yet i dont know what You sound like. Share on Facebook

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(writ­ten 01.21.2010) whis­pered thoughts; an affair between two lovers, who have yet to meet. tall fan spreads cold wind, the pur­pose torn between choos­ing a flick­er­ing can­dle or prick­led skin. the music is dis­jointed… ran­dom pieces fit together, though noth­ing like a puz­zle. i fuck­ing hate puz­zles those eyes won’t go away burned into my mind. i don’t …

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