Monday, April 13, 2009

Genius Only Comes In Storms Of Fabled Foreign Tongue

I won't ever forget the words that made me weak
I can still feel your lips against my skin
Mumbling through recycled phrases
And I keep hearing things
You regret saying.
Because, today it feels like forever
And yet it feels like just yesterday.
And if you're wondering,
I love you too.

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