anti climax of the year.
right here.
wearing your heart on your wrist is where its at these days.
metaphor and half.
im making demands.
when im home alone.
and no-ones watching.
i dance by myself.
and you pull my hips so close.
my body can only whisper the truth.
im fairly content.
i dont have anything to winge about.
or moan.
theres no point really i guess.
i was compared to a notebook romance today.
i know you where all thinking it.
i was too.
i wrote a huge post before.
but the computer crashed.
so you'll never get to see it.
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