I still remember our playfulness
Still feeling the pains in my cheeks
My eyes shinning in your brilliance
Your memory still takes my breath away
Snacking on grilled cheese and tomato soup
"Garth shut up dog"
I'm trying on your apron just to make you late
We'd take a break to admire one another
And then 20 minutes to fix your brillo pad hair
You're my Corey, can I be your Topanga?"
Still lying in your arms when it's time to go
Another pair of your boxers are borrowed
And your smell coats me
"Mine!, No, mine!"
Silly fights only to make up
Your heart beats so comfortingly
And we drift away together in dreams
We'll break each other's hearts in the morning
But I'll still sing....
"Shu-shu, you're my shu-shu, and I love you"

03/24/2005

Author's Note: So random

Posted on 04/28/2005
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