i want a dog.
it was so bad seeing her cry that night. her dogs were given away. a piece of her ripped out. and the best part? there wasn't even time given to prepare..
i wanted to make it all better. make it all go away.. fill the empty space.. and i fucking can't do anything right now.
to think i could save a life.
to think i could improve a life.
to think i could mould a life.
to think i might not see those eyes..
her eyes.. filled with joy, laughter, a smile.
it's eyes that would give me all these.
i gotta make money.
Tuesday, 7 August 2007
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