melle-belle's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- listening to jeff buckley on a loop, fingertips bleeding You man-child, stunning boy, silly little thing. I want to tell you that you are the only good thing about going into that place, and I am done with the weekend. Sunday cannot end soon enough. I'm ready to see you. You wore your glasses last week and I wore mine. If we were to kiss, we'd clink together at the eyes then teeth. I like us both in glasses, but for this reason I'll leave mine home tomorrow. For my imagination's sake. I know that I was in another man's arms last night; but when I get home and sit and bite my fingers down to the bright pink quick and painfully pound them on these frustrated keys, it's only only you. 9:44 p.m. - 2008-06-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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