Brush my hair out of my face
Look me in the eyes
When I’m with you I’m in a dream
When I’m not I’ll fantasize
It’s hard to show you what I mean
Without it sounding trite
I try to find the words to use
But you’ve already gotten them right
You can write me a letter
You can say it even better
I don't mind if you watch me sleep
It won’t give me the creeps
Because I feel this feeling now
I know it's you somehow
It’s you I adore
And I can’t wait for more.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
About Me

- Name: D
- Location: New York, New York, United States
i'm a mess of contradictions, oxymorons, and great hair... i often express my inner anguish through the majesty of song, i'm a grammar nazi [even though i'm a jew], i favor writing in lower case because i think it gives me something in common with ee cummings, i love yoga, pilates, and any hybrid of the two, i'm always right- and i'm not half as tough as you might think.
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