March 2010
5 posts
her words...
can bring me up, or bring me down. at the click of a finger.
i am the car and she is the fuel. i don’t start until the key is in the ignition. and until she turns the key. pushes the peddle.
i’m a piece of metal.
and that’s the riddle.
hush....
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The online confession box!!
‘fess up..
coz i just did.
Mister! look at your girl....She loves it.
i can see it in her eyes, she…
hopes it lasts forever.
HEY!
So stop the press. I think i go slightly loco whenever i think about her. And all the little things she does not knowing that it turns my neon light on soooooo brightly.
Change the bulb. No. Don’t change the bulb. Keep burning bright until it fizzles out.
I slightly love the way you always want to brush against me, and...
