Here we are, you and me, in a cube of possibilities
This room, these walls, they confine our thoughts and the words we let loose
No one has to know what I’ve done here with you
They don’t have to know that I’ve fallen in love with this room, with these walls
So familiar to me now that I’ve become accustomed to laying here with you on this bed
And everything you’ve never said, they say to me
They play with me, tricking me in to believing that what we have right here will last an eternity
But then you turn to me and I say, “I think it’s time to leave”
Thursday, October 8, 2009
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