the sound of your serenade from the open window.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
i had a dream of you last night.
it was an sweet and lovely dream.
i know it was a dream.
cos it would never have happened in the real world.
and it never must.
i guess i can only love you deep inside.
forbidden fruits always taste the best because it is forbidden
words spilled @ 4:50 PM /
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