12 January 2009
Oh, but people look well in the dark
I don't think that love should be phrased in baby-talk and sweet nothings.
I think that love should be deconstructed images, eyelashes on cheekbones, sighs in jagged lines, tears like inkblots (but the happy, passionate kind).
The real. The raw. Remembering the scent of your cologne.
"If you close the door, the night could last forever
Leave the wineglass out, and drink a toast to never
Oh someday I know someone will look into my eyes
And say 'hello, you're my very special one.'
But if you close the door
I'd never have to see the day again."