To The Stars - by Kat In this life it's impossible to want what can't be real Whether you get it depends how low you'll go to make the deal. But is what you want worth it in the end? And when you're broke how many bailiffs will they send? But he, he takes the knowledge and mixes it in with the air. He could take me over and suicide without a care. He exhales and the smoke will curl its way up to the stars, To the stars. Touch his skin and he will grin or glare depending on his mood, And when you fear the unpredictable, with him it means you're screwed. Spellbound by beauty so innocently... That could be him but the odds are that it is me. But he, he despises anyone who likes him like this. He wants ravenous passion but will only air kiss. He exhales and the smoke will curl its way up to the stars, To the stars. comment on this article e-mail this to a friend start a discussion [about i-drive] Problems? Questions? Suggestions? Contact me: mail@tobyslater.com back to top back to contribute section back to home page

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