by FartingPinkLlama » Tue Mar 16, 2010 1:58 pm
Aimi set the fish on the counter and went into the fridge and grabbed some butter and then looked in a cabinet and brought out a pan and set it on the oven. She then looked around a little confused again,"where are...the spices?"she asked quietly trying not to feel stupid.
Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick
I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?