i loved the way u dressed
i loved sitting there in your car besides u and watching u drive
i loved going to 2 the grocery store with u
i loved sitting opposite u at the table
i loved looking in 2 your eyes
i loved u
Those lips so soft. So sweet. Those lips that shot bullets that hurt and maimed. Bullets that she keeps locked away and hidden behind an iron curtain in an amber purse that she brought all the way from the Sea of Japan. Those lips that i still yearn for each and every day. Those lips.
I want to be like a Bell & Ross Watch. A second hand to none other but the most high. I want cover the world with mint leaves and walk back and forth upon them ever so gently like grasshopper on rice paper. I've already bathed in the bath water of Why Me. Now i want to swim in the Why Not Me River and Watch the River Flow.