you're the only one i know
who says my name like a memory
with such reverence
like it holds a million promises
and sunday mornings lying in bed
while the sun throws stripes
of golden light
right into your eyes
as it warms the sheets beside you
(who are you thinking of, really?)
Author notes
NOTE: FORMATTED INCORRECTLY.
A contest entry
- Another group contest for Hopeless Romantics Come Together by Romantic-Hopeless.
300 points, ended March 24, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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lol i like it its short but with meaning full words
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wow. this is rather deep, i like your idea of not thinking of the person you're in bed with, it kinda generalises what a lot fo people wonder when they've been with someone for a while etc.
You can't read people's minds, but maybe thats a good thing to a certain extent.
lexy xx
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