Wednesday, 29 February 2012

If you tell me everything will be okay then I'll believe you, you don't have to tell me HOW.

Would you hold me so I'd never be afraid?

As the sky falls down,
would we be the last two to fall down?

These questions are the price of admission,
and the price is right.
Standing in luminescent fire,
the cost of one ticket to the ride of your life;
It's your life.

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