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It's like that time the windows blew open, And the gust carried snow in towards us, Us huddled on the couch under that calico crocheted blanket, And I looked at you, corners of my mouth pulled down, And you, You sighed, and shrugged, Removed your arm from around my comfortable shoulders, Struggled up and over to wrestle the pane And lock the shutters, And when you sat back down, you looked at me, And all I had to do was smile. It's like that time when we packed a picnic to the park, And we only made it so far as the lake Before our stomachs rumbled and your grumbling gave us an early lunch, And then after, lay in the grass, pointing out All the obscurities of our imaginations in the clouds. It's like that time I came home, So tired and worn out, Hair askew with a smudge of dirt on my cheek, And the lights were out, but you had lined the hall To the bathroom with candles, And as I made my way through their soft, whispering light Towards the escaping tendrils of steam, You jumped from the dark, Stifling my shriek with a hug. It's like that time I realized that I loved you, It's like that time right now.
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Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
That Time
It's like that time the windows blew open, And the gust carried snow in towards us, Us huddled on the couch under that calico crocheted blanket, And I looked at you, corners of my mouth pulled down, And you, You sighed, and shrugged, Removed your arm from around my comfortable shoulders, Struggled up and over to wrestle the pane And lock the shutters, And when you sat back down, you looked at me, And all I had to do was smile. It's like that time when we packed a picnic to the park, And we only made it so far as the lake Before our stomachs rumbled and your grumbling gave us an early lunch, And then after, lay in the grass, pointing out All the obscurities of our imaginations in the clouds. It's like that time I came home, So tired and worn out, Hair askew with a smudge of dirt on my cheek, And the lights were out, but you had lined the hall To the bathroom with candles, And as I made my way through their soft, whispering light Towards the escaping tendrils of steam, You jumped from the dark, Stifling my shriek with a hug. It's like that time I realized that I loved you, It's like that time right now.
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Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
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