OUR SKINS WERE ONE...

By michael_pilarte - About Me - E-mail this page - Add to My Favorites - Add to Blog List - See other blogs in Poetry

Tuesday, March 8, 2005

I have heard so many stories and I don't know which to believe, here, you can't look at me in the eye who else knows you but me. I don't care what I have heard your words don't mean a thing to me and you still won’t see me in the eyes you still are the better part of me. Wether or not I drown in... Sign in to see full entry.

Headlines (What is this?)