Only taken what I've allowed you to have.
And then you leave dancing under daylight
This is the story that ends as soon as sun appears.
This way is better.
Calculating,
not to get to close to you.
Planning,
the correct way to maneuver your hands.
I compare you to the rest of the livestock here.
And i decide to take the next step.
It's midnight,
I will use only until five.
Don't get any ideas about coffee.
Bye darling, it's been fun.
Bar lovers.
A badly applied lipstick in the bathroom.
Smeared mascara.
And the remains of the "rimmel" just made it onto the cup and your hands.
About Me
- Fran
- My 1s look like 7s, and my 4s look like 9s. Long ago I decided that accounting and writing checks was not for me. I take too long to finish books and too little getting ready. I can't rollerskate to save anyone's life. I commute extensively and think about things like "is it worse to have bad taste or no taste at all", "words that rhyme with you-broke-my-bike-and-my-heart", and "where in the world is the engine inside a porsche?". I imagine romanticism as walking the wall of china, one person from each end meeting in the middle. My favorite phrases are: "holler!", "haayy" (cause that's what unicorns eat), and "pooh ya later" (due to late bear fascination) I aspire to be someday a beautiful storyteller and an inexpensive provocateur.
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