better
you walk across the wooden floor
at two in the afternoon
it's snowing gently outside
I'm reading in our room
I hear you making coffee
you know I like it weak
I could tell you what I'm thinking
but we don't have to speak
you make it better
better than i could
you make it better
and that's better than good
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Better
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