February 9th, 2009

"I love you," I'd say, and,
"Won't you please come away?"
And you'd accept that it is more than time
And love can grow like baby toes.

But instead it's more,
"You seem neat."
and,
"I like your hair."

Everyone's so worried,
So worried,
So worried,
I wish everyone would take a break

I wish I could tell a stranger I love them.