Friday, 14 September 2012

I like that this one visits me at work. He sees my car and he'll stop by on a quiet night to talk.
A player. Someone I won't go near.

He's one of those who say "follow me", but they walk behind.

But I'll admire over the bar.
He's not a teacher of my heart.
But it is nice to be thought of, visited.

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