I long for the same words we used to repeat,
in my fantasies, at least, I knew you loved me,
but as for social blunders, I could always hit delete.
Remember the the places where we used to meet?
I romanticised the empty lot as space under a solid tree.
I long for the same words we used to repeat.
I used to cover us in perfect plastic sheets,
and you weren't quite my yin, you see,
but as for social blunders, I could always hit delete.
I always felt safe in your passenger seat,
kiss for every red light; insanity's my plea.
I long for the same words we used to repeat.
I had a subtle theroy about our romantic heat,
I knew that our lo
Everyone deserves ______.
I need someone to fill in the blanks for me. Is it love? Is it peace? Is it happiness? I know I'll probably only recieve one response, but I'm really looking for some input here. Please?
I've been re-reading things I wrote so long ago. I feel I've become an entirely different, so uncreative being. I need to get back to where I once was.