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Friday, February 23, 2007

Under love

Falling out of love is finding what's under it. I wanted to read the book more than let her know I loved her. I fancied ordering pizza more than holding her hand. The score of the game was bigger than her telling me those notorious three words.

I was under love again and my landscape burst wide open and busy again.

RuKsaK

3 comments:

Cocaine Jesus said...

finding what's under it is sometimes a horror show in itself

Enemy of the Republic said...

Oh, I understand this one all too well!

JohnB said...

and the truth supposedly sets us free...