ur eyes covered with sunglasses when they first met mine,
i sat there and stared at you...you didnt seem to mind,
the akward ways we meet,
first comes heavy breathing,
staring at the ceiling,
what will happen next i dont wanna know,
i never how cared how i dressed b4,
but i cared that night,
anticipation ran through my bones,
when my clothes never fit right,
i cant wait till we meet again....
first comes heavy breathing,
staring at the ceiling what will happen next i dun wanna know,
when pictures star to be put on the wall,
constant faces move in and out of the room,
it's hard to live sometimes...
but u know where i lay my hands at night..
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
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