miss my old bed

Oct 13, 2005 23:26

A week. Unlike and other. confessions suspended high above the heads of the unexcepting. one didnt retract the loving hand, while the other anxiously awaits word from across the border. they blame it on the experienced one, but those words have fallen on deaf ears before. they cant phase anymore. grown older and wiser and developed a mighty thick skin.
she dips and dabbles in the buffet i told awaited her. but shes the main dish.
less then a week... s/he will see what kind of life is needed to lead down her to survive. if one has the gas money, one can survive. if one has food money, one can survive. somehow, ends meet.
she wrote sweet words about me. she so desperately wants to let her walls down. shes young, and in time it will happen. it was just yesterday she took her first steps in her new shoes. the coordination will come.
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