haven't touched it since fridayhaven't slept through the night in just as long haven't touched it since fridayhaven't slept through the night in just as long ...
hi griff.this isn't a poem andi don't intend for you to read it butsomeday i'd like you to know thati ran two stop signs in one night for you.or, at the very least, because of you.and i stumble when i try to write to you or of you or for youbecause the very best days are also the days on which i am...