Monday, November 9, 2009

apple eyes.

you said that we'd meet half way but at this pace, we'll never be in the same place.
i am running out of limbs.
i'm down to the last leg of this race,
so, if you pass me by again, please hit the brakes because you're the only one who knows what it takes to be the apple of my eye
and how bitter that tastes.

Modified by Vin