Tuesday, January 18, 2011

m a x i m u m e f f e c t i v e n e s s

Tell me your stories, your secrets, the truth and the lies, the past you've left behind, the things you're yet to find.
We'll smoke and we'll talk about better times, when we knew who we were and what we were doing.
I'll focus on a brighter future, the eternal optimist.
You'll giggle cause I'm such a little hippie chick.
I'll wander around in my own little world wearing tie-dye and peace signs and antichrists.
You'll alter my orbit to be ever so slightly centered around you.
And for once, I won't fight it.

Because it is so natural with you. Because we suit eachother. Because I think you're chilled and awesomeeeeee. And you're physically attractive.

I need to learn the art of being affectionate.

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