Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
Monday, 7 December 2009
Confession
If ever you did tell Of your secretest-of-all, Your dearly kept wounds, Your proudest of pains, More than murmured empathy I fear I would feel Triumphant delight That you chose me again.
6 comments:
This, I actually relate to. Damn, I don't Want to relate to this!
I'm smiling in that twisty oh dear way.
So lovely.
Thank you!
It's up in the Elective classroom now. And funniest is when people come and tell me, in such a sympathetic way, that they Totally Know What I Mean.
Also, thankyou Anushka. Duly noted. Blogger won't let me publish your comment though :(
I don't get it, what did she say?
And this is so cute. Just so.. cute. Very grown-up but also kinda kiddie.
Er.. so, yeah.
Oh there was some error that wouldn't let me publish her comment earlier. All fixed now as you can see.
Ema. I just read this. I Totally get what you meant, but I don't get why they were being sympathetic.
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