by Space & Gravity » Fri Jul 06, 2012 3:59 pm
Izzie stormed off towards the skate ramps. She climbed onto the top of one of the biggest ones, then just sat there. Her legs dangled off the edge of it; she slowly began swinging them back and forth. She once again crossed her arms over her chest, her head hung low as she thought. Her soft, straight, caramel-colored hair hung over her face, sheilding it from being looked at.
I miss the feel of it
Your touch, your kiss weighs heavy on my mind
Our moment forever sealed in time
Our secret as much yours as is mine
All logic we have surely left defied
I will hold you till I die
"Friends Make Garbage (Good Friends Take It Out)"
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