Monday, June 24, 2013

The last time.


The last time I lied,
was because I didn't want to get out of bed.

The last time I cried,
was watching The Incredible Hulk.

The last time I laughed,
was a particularly bad knock knock joke.

The last time I saw you,
there were butterflies inside my chest.

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