nipplehats
Sep 26, 2010 02:04
Please teach me now,
How relation is achieved.
It seems I’ve lost touch,
With how it’s given and received.
And it wasn’t until,
Our lips touched there.
That I took you as serious,
As I once thought rare.
But I guess I learned rare is more random,
Than what I once knew how to foresee.
And every accident was chance,
A mere bust in probability.