"I drank her silence like liquor and it destroyed me the same, but I fell for all of her, hopelessly and endlessly. My soul will always be lifted when she walks into the room and my blood will dance when her breath passes through me.
a bruise is tender but does not last, it leaves me as i always was. but a wound i take much more to heart, for a scar will always leave its mark. and if you should ask me which you are, my answer is - you are a scar ~ lang leav