on my heart
Let's pretend, it's a work of art. Let's pretend, it's not my heart.- The Magnetic Fields (I'm Sorry I Love You)
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He grabs my hand, cupping it in his own as we stumble along the broken cement of a run down sidewalk. I want to pull away as much I want to hold on, and as he turns around to smile at me I realize just how lost I really am.
Wait,
I say it not because I have any reason to stop walking, but because I need a second to clear my head- any moment of time to help me figure it all out.
He leans down to kiss me and I give in even though I know my heart will hurt again tomorrow.
posted by penny at 10:24 PM
1 Comments:
What's the deal, dearie?
I've not heard from you in a while, though I suppose the both of us have quite the life to be living... I hope all is well, and that you're with someone who is making you happy, whether you're with-with them, or not.
*heart*
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