I sit stagnant
Eyes heavy lidded
Slipping down over eyeballs
made of shimmering glass
Listening to a guitar riff
that has made a grown woman cry
I remember the evening in the park
rain dropping on cold shoulders
lips kissing lips kissing lips..kissing
when you whispered into my ear
breathing hot on a shivering neck
"How did we get here?"
Fingers touching lips soft and...
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HAHA, now you have to hear from me all the time in person, AND ONLINE TOO. Don't you wish things were back to the way they were before already?
Me neither.
Typing is fun.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CRICKET!!!!!11