Aug 19, 2008 21:20
called me up at half past 12
a roof for your head
god london sure is pretty in the dead of night
next day at half past three
coffee and green tea
a dog barked all the way through our conversation
and you said you didn't care about london
but only about seeing me
the grey skey melted away
as we hop skip jumped the puddles
my toes were drenched but i didnt fucking care
because i was with you
back to berlin at 5pm
liverpool street station
i still see you
leaning over the stair
i still feel your breath
through the walls
falling down my neck
with that bear on your arm
i fucking adore that bear
you wished me sunshine
you held me
and maybe i held too long
but i didn't care
it was on purpose
all we do is leave breadcrumbs
to find our way back to each other