11:39 p.m. -- we lived on love street
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i think of you tonight wondering what you'll write thinking of what you'll imagine as your pencil leaves an impression on your wall. i remember you tonight and i ponder on your words and the many ones we'd put down on what we called our life. i dream of you no more since you changed that enchanted glare the one you used on me much the one that got me to stare. i cry for you in words for i know you think of me and what was once will never be you no longer have a muse i no longer have my sight i can hope for a substitute but can never sigh for the original. words. that's the only thing we knew and the best that we were at. i still think of you tonight and that devilish smile of yours and your words of devouring me leading to the very night we let it be no more... i still write. Samantha book funny faces the corridor of poetry bookshelf stories 'n stuff cast |