Sunday, September 17, 2006
I know your kind and boys like you are a dime a dozen, but there's something about you that intrigues me. And once more I find myself wondering if I'd ever talk to you or see you again. Are you even real? I realise I know almost nothing about you, but then again I know so much. All I have of you are those stolen moments. I should have handled you better. The irony is that I was aware that I was more than capable of that but I was so tired and dizzy with too much on my mind, just waiting for enchantment. Maybe baby, someday you willl come my way.
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12:22 AM |
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