The Things I'll never Say

Its been a month, but it seems like just yestarday. We are both finally...how you say moving on. But I know, I know that you still want me. Just by the way your eyes lock on mine, or the way your hand brushes mine when we walk close. Every touch burns, like a million lightbulbs flash with your caress. I hate this
I re-did my myspace. Thats because I'm just that cool. I miss amy so much.


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Peace&Love