lunes, 13 de julio de 2009

The road to a House in the Woods


When you came to me and talked about your background floor

I knew, this must be love.

You see, eyes don`t lie, and yours particularly blue and open.

I doubt I`ll ever miss that.

I slurp some wine to pretend I even liked the color.

Truth is what I really liked was picturing me in other circunstances.

We both laugh, and left the room almost instantly.

It was impossible to keep looking at each other in such way.

So ridiculous.

¿ Where was I all of this years ?

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