Writing Away My Life
I wanna be an author. This is my practice.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Untitled.
Staring into each other's eyes
you feel awkward.
Me?
I want one thing.
I want to lean in,
peck you on the lips,
and act like it never happened.
Because it'd be meaningless
to you.
Notes:
I stared into I.M.'s eyes today. It made my heart leap.
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