I now have my own mug at your house.
your home is mine to.
even though I live somewhere else.
we don't have to talk.
I just need to have you close.
when your around, my mug is never empty.
for you are my coffee.
my hand hurts.
wearing that jacket, wearing that smile, I knew that I'd found you.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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