Oct 17, 2006 21:01
she lays crossed upon the bed
we are puzzles making shapes
with our hands
I take my finger, turn into a pen
then i run my hand down your spine
you guess i wrote something profound
something like:
"our love will last 'til we die"
I say "you're good at this game"
but what I really wrote is
"how I've yet to be saved"
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