One week.Then I'll lay my weary eyesever so hungrily on your sweet frame.Seven days.Then I'll steal another lookat the face that hauntsthe lonely pace..
I bet you didn't know I see thingslittle pictures in my head of a road not taken.(Premonitions, maybe--only the good ones never come true)Like you and..
She stands in the street, spinning, splashing, grinning. Drenched in the freedom of being exactlyeighteen point nine four three eight two zero,and dri..