|Subject: Mine; [Aurora] Sun Feb 22, 2009 11:02 pm|| |
I know one thing that makes it possible for me to carry on.
With this weight on my shoulders,
with this pull on my heart,
with this fake smile on my lips.
these parts of me,
Plain and simple,
simple and plain,
peices of me.
I hand you my heart to do as you please;
or break it into even more peices.
I trust you to your word.
And that is my greatest weakness.