the wind blew into your hair
it was probably the perfect moment to claim your stare
i was choking, my lungs would not let me lift my head
you'd always said that we didn't need love
but, what am i supposed to believe
when you stare at me like that?
your soft spoken words drone my harsh ones
we stand there for ten minutes
and finally, i recover my body
"oh" was all i could say
before we kissed
Monday, May 18, 2009
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