Diary of An Indian Princess

 

 

 

And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her sky
I can't take my eyes off of you

Shivers. Long bus rides. Craig David. Fingers. Aching. Over and over. Replays. Empty longing. Whimsical dreams. Warm and mushy. Wet tissue. Shoulders. Happy pictures. Others. A long while. Never. An interesting weird feeling I can actually f.e.e.l. A heigthened awareness. Tv and tears. :) Someday.

Mo charmed @ Thursday, July 19, 2007
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