Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Seeing through the eyes of an owl

Nose bleeds, emotional peep shows, secrets whispered and fairytale kisses; all between the sheets. We bare all to one another - skin, secrets and dreams. Stupid girl always thinking with her heart not her head, but now it's paid off. Once the clock ticks over we can set this city alight and burn unlike any other. That heart will be mine one day, like it or not baby, you will be mine.