|2003-11-28 - 4:59 p.m.
it's almost lonely the way i bury my face into the pillow and still smell you. barely you remembering early morning clips of our messy little movie. i worked you out in record time and yet i sleep alone and regret something. no it's not regret but it tastes a little like it. and i picture you in the morning stroking you instead of me like you were afraid to pull me in i'd pull you in too far. but every time i did you sighed a soul relief and held me closer before remembering to push me away.