Post by kiera on Mar 23, 2012 17:55:53 GMT -5
- my shoulder's cold, i've got to leave you
- pull my shirt on, walk out the door
- drag my feet along the floor
- then i see you, you're walking cross the campus
- cruel professor, studying romances
- and how am i supposed to pretend?
- in the afternoon, you're out on the stone and the grass
- and i'm sleeping on the balcony, after class