I'm in love with the DJ,
do you know?
Play my song, Mister DJ...
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Monday, February 09, 2009
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...and so, I brought a bouquet of flowers over.
A bunch of purple petals caught your eye.
"What are those called?" I heard you say.
"Those?"
"Yeah. Yeah, those."
We admired the flowers together. Those five petaled purple darlings were beautiful. So delicate. But from the beauty came a subtle sense of loss. I saw you frown slightly.
"Can't remember their names.. But I'm sure I saw them before."
"Hehe. Try a little harder. "
"...I'm sorry."
After lingering a wee bit more, I left, with disappointment in my heart. No matter. I'll come back, everyday, with these bouquets held in my hand.
Until you remember.
A bunch of purple petals caught your eye.
"What are those called?" I heard you say.
"Those?"
"Yeah. Yeah, those."
We admired the flowers together. Those five petaled purple darlings were beautiful. So delicate. But from the beauty came a subtle sense of loss. I saw you frown slightly.
"Can't remember their names.. But I'm sure I saw them before."
"Hehe. Try a little harder. "
"...I'm sorry."
After lingering a wee bit more, I left, with disappointment in my heart. No matter. I'll come back, everyday, with these bouquets held in my hand.
Until you remember.
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