Sunday, March 7, 2010

Your my sweetest downfall

I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met

Walking in the rain, listening to Regina Spektor, befriending a snail who I called Link, getting soaked, jumping up every time thunder and lightning struck, being a little bit scared of the darkness: is so much better than what I would have experienced with you tonight.

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