Wednesday, 16 December 2009

10

40 weeks
280 days
I used to think that was a long time

Give me a year
Give me two
It's still not enough

I always want more

More time to touch
More time to breath
More sensation

Pull me away
I'll go running back
Why would I want just half of myself?

Those eyes
That smile
"That's grim"

My front seat is yours
So lets drive away
Please, lets not go home

40 weeks
280 days
3 words

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