Friday, 4 June 2010

OneHundred And Sixteen



Morning Birds are waking me up from outside in the heavy summer morning.
Heat. Heat breathes like this ; Haaahhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeattt.
That how the air feels here.
Last night we rolled and crawled around.
But something has clicked, something isn't quite how it should be.
He just isn't what I want now.
No.
No I do want him... I do. I want all of him.
But I want to know if They want me too.

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