Wednesday, February 6, 2008

into you like a train

if i had a dollar for every time i thought i could fall in love...

i'd still be poor.

but maybe i'd have enough for bus fare to get me the fuck out of here.

how much for a smile?

i've been giggling more in the past week than in the last year.

i melt for your smile and touch

that irrepressible flush that so often floods your cheeks

belieing your age.

i can't believe it's for me.

on second thought:

fuck the dollars...

i only need one.

5 comments:

karloff said...

First step back to something regular I hope.:)

assembling words to armory, she waits... said...

me too! thanks :)

belledame222 said...

-wistful smile-

and what karloff said.

Daisy said...

Love it. :)

karloff said...

Heeeeey.