songs. haphazard heart.
lover's spit.
he meant nothing by it
since.
let's grow old and do some shit.
holdingmyhandlonger
stayingaftertotellmesomething
askingsomeonewhereiam
imsilly.
lover's remembered through songs and fleeting engagements with one another.
whether it was that one hug
that one song
that one glance
that one short linger
that one exchange
that one time
then time takes over
and we let the hands take over
some of it remains meaningless
but when seconds take over
it means everything
just
for that one
time.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
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