And I will leave you flowers,
Call you once an hour to see if your alright,
Fall for every lame joke and hope for hushed breaths in basements,
With no concern for who or what may be behind the door,
Ill whisper to you all the things that make u think that no reason nor belief can hope to transcend.
What there would be if the time was stuck on you and me,
Little hand and big both pointing to us telling all the time is now,
Touch the eyelids that leave sleeps sand in your eyes and think that tomorrow would be our
everafter
2006-10-01
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