The way you walk, the way you move, the way you talk, the way you stare, the way you look, the style of your hair, the way you smile, the way you smell....it drives me wild because I'm real and I can't go on without you.
Some place between a pair of brown cords, Where the Sidewalk Ends, a walk in the rain, and this song...I misplaced my mind.
posted by M.Jazz @ 11:21 PM
To be concise, I can't feel something without describing it. Probably, this is due to some sort of traumatic experience I had in the womb. I hate the expression, "She wears her heart on her sleeve." It makes the subject sound weak and whiny. I concede that I am both of these things, but I don't like to come right out and say it...mostly because I'm an arrogant fool. I'd rather refer to myself as effusive. If you'll sit a while and read, I'm sure you'll agree.
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