Lead me, baby
With your left hand
Holding mine...
Let's run away
From this great crowd,
From space and time.
Intoxicate me with your
Every word, my love,
And make me rhyme...
Take me somewhere
Where kissing you
Is not a crime.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
4/25/2009 12:01:00 AM - Holding Hands
Friday, April 24, 2009
4/24/2009 11:38:00 PM -
How can I tell them
That you are my poetry?
How can I show them
How your name has become
The answer to all my questions?
How can I share you
With a cruel world?
Don't you know
How selfish I am with you?!
That you are my poetry?
How can I show them
How your name has become
The answer to all my questions?
How can I share you
With a cruel world?
Don't you know
How selfish I am with you?!
4/24/2009 10:36:00 PM - It Was A Dream
Lost in the crowd,
We're casual,
Or so we seem.
You're whispering
'I miss you, Love...'
It's all a dream.
'I miss you more'
Is my reply,
And for a while,
We simply stand
As, secretly,
We share a smile.
We're casual,
Or so we seem.
You're whispering
'I miss you, Love...'
It's all a dream.
'I miss you more'
Is my reply,
And for a while,
We simply stand
As, secretly,
We share a smile.
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