I was telling you About how he's never around anymore That he's always out smoken his dope Fucken some other chic he met at the party last night You were wearing your gray pullover You were sitting in the brown kitchen chair I looked down with my hands in my lap You took ahold of them It was like the movies You pulled me close to you There was a pause Your lips hit mine With your lips parted a little I feel your tounge on mine... Waking up I wished to God He was you
Reason for writing:
I liked this guy back in September (damn) and I still do have feelings for him and I'm with another guy right now and he never pays any attention to me and this dream just made me feel whacked out. Totally.
Birth sign: Libra
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