Why bother hiding behind euphemisms and anonymity?
I'm sleeping in top bunks, cocooned in the arms of the one I wish were mineminemine. I'm in love with kisses and breathing and the smiles of shared dances and exchanged glances. I'm finding excuses for clutched hands and fingers raked through hair and breathing breathing breathing the same air.
I want so badly for it to be something more.
I want to know, somehow, someday
it's love, and i'm in it.
Monday, February 16, 2009
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