night |
your ears get a snap and your hair stands on endyour clothes they peel offat the end of the bedthe sheets spread aroundwe tangle up tightbut we plan on just sleepingwe are the smoke of ...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 02:04:00 GMT |
tide |
one by one, two by twowalking in the biggest roomwith no one there to find the pairsthat once came talked to youshe sits and smiles and hates to waitbut always has an important dateyou wait for her sh...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 14:55:00 GMT |
