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[Apr. 14th, 2009|12:00 am] |
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i don't know what you smoke, or what countries you've been to; if you speak any other languages other than your own, i'd like to meet you
i don't know if you drive, if you love the ground beneath you; i don't know if you write letters or panic on the phone -- i'd like to call you all the same if you want to, i am game
i don't know if you can swim or if the sea has any draw for you, if you're better in the morning or when the sun goes down -- i'd like to call you
i don't know if you can dance, if the thought ever occurred to you; if you eat what you've been given or you push it round your plate -- i'd like to cook for you all the same, i would want to, i am game
i don't know if you read novels or the magazines, if you love the hand that feeds you; i assume that your heart's been bruised i'd like to know you; you don't know if i can draw at all or what records i am into, if i sleep like a spoon or rarely at all or maybe you would do? or maybe you would do
if you walk my way, i could keep my head, we could creep away in the dark or maybe not we could shoot it down anyway i will keep my head, we will feel our way through the dark, though i don't know you
i think that i would do i don't fall easy at all
* semi-locked, cmmt 2be +ed. |
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