August 2011
1 post
screw you ben folds
i’m sitting across from this girl.
she has a flower hairband holding her hair back as she sorts through her past.
and i wonder, how did i get so lucky?
so lucky, to share a seat on this burnt brown couch.
so lucky, to hold her hand.
to hear her laugh.
to feel her heart beat when i lay my head across her chest.
so lucky.
how did i get so lucky?