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Our song is the beep of keys as we text,
The click keys as we're on Facebook,
The hum in my voice as I wonder "What's next?",
The giggled of my voice as we're on the phone and it's not all about the S.S.R. book,
Our song is your bright smile and my smooth voice,
The way you ask me, "Do you love me?",
Then the way I said, "Do I really have a choice?"
Our song is the shush from the librarian to quiet,
You keep bringing up albums an hit singles and duets,
Even when nothings quite like it,
 Wurlee · Sun May 30, 2010 @ 05:44am · 0 Comments |
