She was cooler, louder, lighter than anything no one's ever tasted before He had three heads, four brains, nine feet like everyone else. He wasn't good enough for her
This is the story of a girl, did Sally go away?
They met roughly, kindly, hiding from traffic lights making space for kids on the way Beard and wrinkles, doctors, college, what did they leave? Something to remember good days.
Good days
Babies grow on trees my mother told me when I was a child and I didn't believe her 'cause it's false. Ladies use to tell me "it's not you, it's me". What a coincidence they always were the ones I loved. I guess I have grown old.