(Breathe Such Vows As Lovers Use To Swear)

i finally did it, although i hate to admit it. i found validation in self deprecation. i taped a pretty face on this book to hide the "sorrow-soaked" lines that it holds inside about the three friends who cried and who tried. now one left, one's gone, one's the reason i write... "i just want to lay down with you and hold you close like lovers do." isn't that what lovers do? i miss you so much (and i long for your touch) -- if only you knew