Make amends and return to old friends…

Current mood: capricious


Are we destined to make it. Or break - or fake it. Broken hearts and bitter heads. Some people are better off dead. Never give up. Or in. Never stop believing. Never want to become one of those people. A ruined shell that walks and talks. Hold my hand. don’t let go. Hold my heart. Take it slow. We stumbled on this.
Never knew what would be. We’re in too deep. Losing sleep. We’re so attached. At the hip they say
I want to believe in you. In us. People surround us with loose lips and hips. Prove ourselves. Safer. Saner.
We can be stronger. The time and ties that bind us are bound to break. Repairing them is a full-time job.
Will you take it? Offer is time-sensitive, keep that in mind. Copasetic on a new level. Keep our heads that way. Hard to do. But so are you. I can’t resist. Try anything with a twist. Worth it anyway.