tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283123932011-04-22T04:34:50.919+02:00When old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders. - GitanjaliJacoconoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28312393.post-1148211862648927402006-05-21T13:43:00.000+02:002006-11-08T00:14:16.470+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Babe, I miss you.<br />You’re a fucker and a liar and a pig. Get out of my room.<br />I miss you.<br />Leave me alone. Get out.<br />I need you.<br />I’ve heard it all before.<br />Danni, I need you. I was an idiot, I was drunk. I need you. Stay with me, help me.<br />How can I believe you?<br />Trust me.<br />Why?<br />I love you.<br />You’re just saying that.<br />No, I mean it. Skye…. It didn’t mean a thing. But you, Danni I love you.<br />Why?<br />You believe in me. You’re a good person, you’re too good for me but…<br />But what?<br />But you love me too.<br />You really hurt me.<br />I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again. I need you. Come back.<br />I missed you too.<br />See, it’ll all be better now. Mmmm, kiss me again.<br />You taste like beer.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I only had the one, promise. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28312393-114821186264892740?l=walterthesurleygriffin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacoconoreply@blogger.com0