six monthes in the making

Aug 26, 2005 23:04

"hanna's song"

the first time i went to your house
the leaves at my feet, invading the street.
with the weight of the wheels in one hand
the nervous feeling upon everywhere else.
the sight of your eyes, and the look of
and the way you held me then so tight
so sound, you lifted my heart right off the ground

from this breathe to the last ( Read more... )

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burning_glass August 27 2005, 15:31:39 UTC
i loveeeeee how you write.

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