* THEME CREATED BY CARL FAIRCLOUGH @ thisgreatdivide.tumblr.com */>

I put your hand to my heart
and ran right through my history;
The souvenirs and lost luggage,
the shipwrecks and the mysteries.
“Your lips speak a joy
but your eyes tell a sorrow”
How dare you say that to me?
When you know, you know, you’ll be leaving tomorrow.