it should be illegal to write shitty poetry this late at night
Good morning, dearest.
I wish your home could be where my heart is;
almost every night I fall asleep with you,
connected by a telephone wire.
We could meet in California,
make a home right there
where the water meets the earth.
I could fall asleep but you'll still be there
waiting for the sunrise.
You could keep your promises
and I could see through your ( Read more... )
I wish your home could be where my heart is;
almost every night I fall asleep with you,
connected by a telephone wire.
We could meet in California,
make a home right there
where the water meets the earth.
I could fall asleep but you'll still be there
waiting for the sunrise.
You could keep your promises
and I could see through your ( Read more... )
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And if there comes a time
when we must say goodbye
I promise I'll have something more to say than
"Good luck."
This kind of hit home for me today.
Babe, if bad late night poetry were illegal, we'd be cell mates.
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something like that
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