Member Rara Avis
I heard it on Monday, and I laughed awhile.
I heard it on Tuesday, I managed a smile.
I heard it on Wednesday, my patience was tried.
I heard it on Thursday, and I hurt inside.
Now I need to know the depths of your mind.
I need you to tell me you love me.
And we're doing fine!
-Breathe, Depeche Mode
I'm tired, so I might have screwed up a line, but that's what yr poem reminds me of. Which is a good thing!
These smiling eyes are just a mirror for the sun.