when paper cell phones won't carry letters from the notes of your love.
and even if they could, you'd forget to respond.
when your front door is like the damn tomb of jesus and won't open until the third day,
of the week,
and then you friction a hot cinnamon.
and even if they could, you'd forget to respond.
when your front door is like the damn tomb of jesus and won't open until the third day,
of the week,
and then you friction a hot cinnamon.
by HOT CINNAMON June 02, 2008