"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

I can't get you out of my head
I can't get your hug off my skin
I can't get your smile out of my eyes
I can't get your laugh out of my ears
I can't get your smell out of my nose
and I don't want to
Not one bit
Not at all
What do I want?
I want you to see me, smile, hug me and tell me everything's going to be okay.

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