Spring officially blooms when you slip off your headphones, smile ever so softly, touch your hair, run your eyes from my face to my waist and ask how long I'm going to be in town for.
May 7, 2010
Bloom
Spring officially blooms when you slip off your headphones, smile ever so softly, touch your hair, run your eyes from my face to my waist and ask how long I'm going to be in town for.
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I love the word, "Bloom"...It's beautiful like spring...
Hmmmm. I don't know. That sounds like the heat of summer to me ;-)
kuku, thanks so much. i love bloom too. i thought of titling it bloom me, bloom you. then blooming. and finally i was like, just use the word itself, without adding anything. worked out.
tth, one can only hope:)
Hmmm....I got that mental image and Spring feeling with the words "face to my waitst"......wow!!!! very nice!
Well...um...something bloomed...that's for sure. hehehe :)
i'm such a dork i thought of that line from 'friends' when that geek trying to pick up rachel says that his mother calls bloomingdale's "bloomies."
maybe i shouldn't be admitting this:)
and nothing happened. just flirting. honest!
seriously, it was just flirting.
I liked this. I like your writing. I will be back.
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