press me up against cold and broken brick walls
write me scribbled notes on torn notebook pages
buy me my mocha as I'm about to open my wallet
don't give me a chance to say no or to giggle or blush away
understand that I don't want you to ask
understand that you can't get too lazy or shy
understand that I am to be coaxed and never taken for granted
mumble.... mumble.... blabbering.... ugh.... half asleep.... cold drugs....
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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