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Thursday, October 15, 2009, 11:18 PM

Stranger from Halfway around the world,
Where do I begin when it comes to you?
Kick back in reverse, oops,
Wait, we weren’t supposed to meet.
Drunk in your stupor you roamed in glee,
Blink as a bat, I flew with joy.
Our eyes met, someway somehow.
A brief five seconds was all it took.
No one saw the sparks that flew,
In that five thousand milliseconds,
It was just all about me and you.
Well, of course the story’s not that simple.
I’m sure you know my dearest friend,
Life... could not wait to stir up trouble.
Just as this was about to be written off,
Fate couldn’t resist on letting this story go.
It was about a boy, and yes, a girl.
And how they sort-of-kind-of fell in love.
You know cliché loves a good love story,
Just that this movie was a real life story.
From wishing on every eyelash that had fell,
To every kitchen that had gotten a rating in ikea.
Every cigarette that got lit,
To every coffee we ever drank.
You are my world, my everything
Too bad this movie,
Does not have a happy ending.
What I just read out loud to you,
Have been the events of this story,
To me,
Will soon and forever be...
A heartbreaking memory.

hold on tight,
11:20pm

But baby, where they knock you down and out

Is where you oughta stay

Step in, Step out. Look into my crystal ball.
mademoiselle Zara, 140990 hotmail/facebook/tumblr Dysfunctional in my stupor, but if you look beneath the surface, you'd find whimsical serendipity. — Excuse me while I kiss the sky Poetry Men see things in a box, and women see them in a round room. Exits Allure Bloom Crane Denotation Enigmatism Flair Grace Hope Initiation Archives October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 February 2010 Credits ©Glamouresque.	Thursday, October 15, 2009, 11:18 PM Stranger from Halfway around the world, Where do I begin when it comes to you? Kick back in reverse, oops, Wait, we weren’t supposed to meet. Drunk in your stupor you roamed in glee, Blink as a bat, I flew with joy. Our eyes met, someway somehow. A brief five seconds was all it took. No one saw the sparks that flew, In that five thousand milliseconds, It was just all about me and you. Well, of course the story’s not that simple. I’m sure you know my dearest friend, Life... could not wait to stir up trouble. Just as this was about to be written off, Fate couldn’t resist on letting this story go. It was about a boy, and yes, a girl. And how they sort-of-kind-of fell in love. You know cliché loves a good love story, Just that this movie was a real life story. From wishing on every eyelash that had fell, To every kitchen that had gotten a rating in ikea. Every cigarette that got lit, To every coffee we ever drank. You are my world, my everything Too bad this movie, Does not have a happy ending. What I just read out loud to you, Have been the events of this story, To me, Will soon and forever be... A heartbreaking memory. hold on tight, 11:20pm
But baby, where they knock you down and out Is where you oughta stay