3am, driving towards home,
the roads so empty they're unfamiliar,
heart so full its become a stranger.
Everything is alien at this hour.
     And when I kissed you,
     if I need a reason,
     it was because
     I'd discovered
     something
     for which I have
     no language.

03/15/2009

Posted on 03/15/2009
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