Underneath. the
bridge during the winter months
so far in the past the world
wasn't quite formed, yet nor am I
so fond of the warmth, or the cold,
satisfies the only thing that matters:
is that when I wake up I'm in your
eyes.
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Oh god, I'd love to go to a concert with you. :>
ReplyDeleteAnd I like how you actually responded to the video I posted... with a poem.
Well I was feeling awfully poetic this morning and the last person I read was ee cummings so that explains the odd punctuations. And I don't know how I could not respond or not go to a concert with you :)
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