Tuesday, December 1, 2009
It's raining outside, but it's the first day of summer.
"And it's impossible to tell
How important someone was
And what you might have missed out on
And how he might have changed it all
And how you might have changed it all for him."
I'd like to be snuggled up in bed with a nice boy, sharing small talk and getting my back tickled.
Nothing lover-like, just interesting, and comfy.
I'd like for someone to draw on me with a biro, tattoos that I'd never get.
Yeah, that'd be nice...