By Just Some Girl Date: 2002 Sep 27 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.27.10.00.23270]] |
When you laughed at the spilled red wine (on white damask) I wondered why I felt 18 again, sitting in class looking at you instead of the text. Perhaps time waits for no man... But tonight, let it pause while you push a wayward lock of gold from across the years. |