in your eyes i am yellow, like the color of the bedspread.
the fabric is soft in your hands. (it's fabric softener)
maybe one day i'll be so happy, so damn ecsatic, i'll think " was i ever NOT happy?"
when it ends, i'll hide the fabric under your bed.
and one day you'll find it and un-forget me.
mardi 5 avril 2011
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