lørdag den 31. januar 2009

Dear Lindsey,

It's late, and Renée and I miss you already.
Why arent you here?
Your smell is incense burning
Your touch is silken yet
It reaches through my skin
And moving from within
It clutches at my breast
You're my soulmate, Lindsey.
You're OUR soulmate.
Come baaack! Come baaack!*

[*must be said like Cate Winslet when she wants the boat to come back and save her]

2 kommentarer:

Jericho. sagde ...

shutup with the effing soulmate already!

Enna D'lor sagde ...

aawww liiiindsey :b<3