Memories, train journeys.
Yearning, tiny little habits,
Shoes, a universe full of clues.
A sudden rush of cold breeze,
Streets, doors that shall creak.
We'll romanticize everything,
But we'll never romance anything.
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I'd really want to squeeze a lot of lemon on that. :|
That one really hit home!
True that!
Bloghopped here... Glad I did, great blog! :)
Cheers,
Annie.
@Greesh: Kar le ladki XD
@TUIB: Aah, thank you. I had a feeling we'd relate to it well.
@Ice Maiden: Thank you. :D
Romancing Romance itself. That's the dream ;-)
@Deva: We do live the dream sometimes.
Brilliant. Brilliant. Brilliant.
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