i wish i could type the noises my favorite song makes.
(right
here)
i fell asleep
with the hope of you lying next to me on my pillow.
in the palm of my hand.
at the front of my brain.
within inches of my lips.
but you never came.
i woke up in the morning to check and found hope unfufilled. but there is always tonight, one more chance for hope.
and you made me laugh today. that counts for something.
8:29 p.m. - 2003-03-31
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