Friday, April 8, 2011


Momentum.

Talking too you through the window.
Hair in my face,
Its night.
And I’m not where im supposed too be.

I don’t have anywhere too be.
Might as well play with the situation,
Its night like these I crave

I haven’t touched anything too my lips all day.
Short short shorts

Were both obviously pursuing a certain effect
Let have an exchange of information.
Lets turn this night fast.
So we were both spinning.

Fall
Fall
Fall down baby.

Dark speckles across my vision.
Don’t give a fuck.
Laugh at everything.
Wasn’t that just ten minutes ago.

Got no self control.
No means of safety.
I’m off guard,
And fully vulnerable,

But I feel right for once.

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