nuts and bolts

Mar 19, 2002 01:00

what happened to the little girl who used to talk until her voice went hoarse...now she just bites her tongue and scribbes her worries into a little black book. turn the page and forget about the problems.
stuff it into a bottle and throw it out to sea...

eight days minus three spent at four aspen.
no need for area codes. and i only saw your face once.
i think we're destined for games of phone tag and chance encounters.

true love is irresponsible, irrepressible, rebellious, scornful of cowardice, dangerous to the lover and everyone around her, for it serves one master alone: the passion that makes the heart beat faster
you drive me bonkers.
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