Thursday, June 11, 2009

-

the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
and
the time on the clock
when we realized

it's so late
and the walk that we shared together.

The street was wet
and the gate was locked

so I jumped it and let you in
and you stood at the door

with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me,

but you meant it
and I knew that you meant it.





ahh, those lyrics are playing inside my head damn lots of time. addiction
don't mind the picture below pls, I just find it quite appealing