Jul 18, 2006 22:38
the rain is falling outside, leaving footprints on the window. the wind is howling in the darkness of night, the old trees standing black against the sky.
D got back from brisbane on sunday night. it would be too perfect if he were waiting for me in bed, but he's not. it's cold tonight, and nothing is warmer that human affection...
Leave a comment
Comments 1
How ironic, just listening to Whitney Houston's "Where do broken hearts go..."
They my friend, go to Stonewall and get trashed...
Haha
Reply
Leave a comment