"Skipping beats, blushing cheeks, I am struggling.
Day dreaming, bed scenes in the corner cafe.
And then I'm left in bits, recovering tectonic tremblings.
You get me every time...
One of these days, you'll miss your train
and come stay with me.
We'll have drinks and talk about things,
any excuse to stay awake with you.
You'll sleep here, I'll sleep there
but then the heating may be down again
at my convenience.
We'd be good, we'd be great together."
Jan. 27, 2009
5:19:28 pm
-You
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