/ Thursday, July 1, 2010 /

Love is like spinning in circles on a summer day. It feels great at
first and exciting. But slowly, when you start to fall, you realize how much it
hurts. You will aways have that grass stain on your jeans,just like a scar on
your heart. But as soon as someone helps you back onto your feet, there you are
spinning again.
But I'm spinning like a gun for you,
and you're spinning like a carousel for me.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep. But I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep.
 
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