Tuesday, December 29, 2009

2 is better than 1,

You came into my life and I thought you know this could be something, because everything you do and the words you say, it all takes my breath away and now I'm left with nothing. There's so much time to figure out the best in my life and you've already got me coming undone. I remember every look upon your face, the way you roll your eyes, the way you taste. You make it hard for breathing because when I close my eyes and drift away, I think of you and everything's okay.

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