| 03.10.02 i watched her armored with his leather jacket she loves all those little bits of him smelling the inside of his lining she lined the insides of him her voice is throating her confessions and she tells me her throat's hurt for days i'm patient with her horrors she moves to find new ways of loving living leaving frank doubts and common words like "fate" and "love" these things make sense to us hanging our expectations in the attic & our kisses on the ceiling i know we wrote it down somewhere maybe we just forgot its meaning.. (to loren and noah) |