so much to say but never enough time, the words that are left unsaid become the tears that we shed. I've thought this through a million times, but still can't surface the words that should be spoken, please take this, here it is... My token, its wrapped in glass and sealed with misery, take it take it now for its what i owe you, not just this but a million years of servitude for what i have done to you. You don't understand what this means, please i need you to do this. I'm correcting my promises.
February 8, 2012