Sitting in the rainbow coloured arm chair in the fan-ventilated mono-colour earphones
"Love is just a game" OCesque spilling through speaks straight into my mind and into the eye
that looks straight at you, the boy who peeks at my diary and finds things he shouldn't know
in a million megazillion aeons. Last night disappears behind a dizzy frenzy, of frantic passion.
Maybe I'm a fool, walking in line, maybe I should try to leave this time. But as I feel you heave
breathing rhythmically next to me your hand finds way up shivers of my spine. You might, just be right.
I'll be that girl who takes it all, who plays mind tricks with lightsabers in the night.
So, dream of me.
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