Friday, August 25, 2006

The night feels different today, no longer angst nor vulnerable. But, it feels rather empty now that it isn't like the past few nights.

This place was never the same again after you came and went. How can you say you meant anything different to anyone standing alone on the street with a cigarette on the first night we met. Look to the past and remember and smile. And maybe tonight I can breathe for awhile. I'm not in the scene I think I'm falling asleep. But then all that it means is I'll always be dreaming of you

MAMBO JUMBO !


Place your hand in mine
I'll leave when I wanna

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