Sunday, August 23, 2009

August 22, 2009 - the beginning of Annie

You may have spoke too soon,
But I'm feeling just the same as you.
You are beautiful, you taste like my
Dreams coming true. Your taste
Fascinates me. Your laugh, your shape
As you climb out of bed, your smile,
Your head on my lap. I miss
You every minute you are away,
But you say "soon enough"
You will be here, be mine,
Be my baby blue eyes.
And we will run off after the sunrise.

I've been waiting for you.

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