12th April 2009

Pink yellow.
Frosted lemonade.
Walking on a dream.
Holding.

Don’t you ever feel the need to cry to yourself?
Do you enjoy meeting people, or staying with your friends?
Do you walk alone?
Or do you hold my hand?
I bear for you to keep me here.
I can be your shoulder to cry on,
I can be your love.
Can you promise to me, to write every day like I’ll write to you?
I’d be nothing without you.