Wednesday, February 25, 2009


So what if I am at your door?
My hair clotted from the midnight rain
Clothes plastered to skin
Shoes becoming useless
I've walked what feels like years
My keys jingling all the way
My stomach rumbles
But I shrugged that off hours ago
How parting ways hurts like falling down stairs
Wake me from this coma
With the opening of your door
The warmth of the air melting icy hearts

We'll dance like teenagers who don't know any better
The way life needs to be cast aside more often

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