I don’t know why I choose to see the good in you when most of that visit I spent looking at the back of your head while you were on your computer, not talking to me.
I want everything to be romanticized, therefore, it shall be.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
THIS IS OUR LAST GOODBYE
Our faces so close together that our lips touch, but we are not kissing, just breathing each others breathe. It goes on for too long and its fantastically passionate . Touching each other, bringing heaven closer. Pulling it down from the sky into your bed and then sending me back up into it…you’re playing God.
I don’t know why I choose to see the good in you when most of that visit I spent looking at the back of your head while you were on your computer, not talking to me.
I want everything to be romanticized, therefore, it shall be.
I don’t know why I choose to see the good in you when most of that visit I spent looking at the back of your head while you were on your computer, not talking to me.
I want everything to be romanticized, therefore, it shall be.
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