Monday, October 24, 2005Two Worlds, Variably So I cling to you like a cool summer rain breathing into your mouth words of Hamlet you snicker and I choke on the flowing verses literature is lost on you my words meaningless like a deep dark shadow in the back of your mind haunting you even as you laugh because I hear Mozart... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 1:08 PM Comments (14) (permalink) |
