Xoxo, by bedazzled |
‘Xoxo’s garnish exchanges, While I’m choked on ‘could be’s, Secret words tangled around my throat. You could never forgive, And I could never tell. Breakables are left on the floor, While time stumbles. When the smiles come crashing down, And sideways glances turn to daggers, Fault shall sway, And ‘xoxo’s shall be no more. |
Posted: 2007-05-02 05:48:22 UTC |
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