We weren't sure what we were doing exactly, but we moved into a
tiny, grey student apartment together.
We thought we were in love.
You brought your pillow and your record collection, a glow in the
dark frisbee, and your huge green coffee cup.
I never much cared for coffee.
In the dark chilly winter mornings I made you eggs and you read the
paper, and we pretended this was it, we had made it babe.
Playing house wasn't so much fun, but my arms were always open to you,
and often on late drunken nights my legs were too.
And this was it...
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Written November 30th, 2005
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This is.. I don't know. Unique. It seems to be about true love that's just pretending to be true. It sounds like two friends who thought they were and love and descided to go for their happily ever after together. It's very sad in a way. Very well written.
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