Friday, June 11, 2010

Quitters raga

You remember that day that I wore the jeans and that funny looking top with the tight jacket, no it was just me and you. He asked me something I can't remember now but we all laughed and talked about it later and laughed even more still. Sticks and stones and sparks from the fire and in all of our right eyes. Promises and secrets never told or kept. No one is suspecting, nothing can come between these words and this laughter.

1 comment:

  1. love this one ginnnn arhhhhh sooo goooood it should be illegal!