October 3, 2010

Footprints


I can write something like me before and after the letter,
like I'm in a dangerous war with my own words,
they write me, I'm their saddest love story,
they're fighting with me to death,
I'm the planet, they're these little asteroids
leaving their footprints all over me,
it's a war of red hearts 

fighting with the butterflies in my stomach...