Monday, August 27, 2007

Our lips never touch in my dreams

I have empty picture frames on my walls
waiting to be filled with memories from
the quiet times your eyes caught mine in a sideways stare
and made the corners of my pale lips crack into a smile.




2 comments:

  1. i didnt realize at first it was a poem! i was like bebe put pictures of us in them fool! hahaha aw i love you though. and your writing skills are fabulous

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