Jan 11, 1999


Why I went to Alyssa´s


Cold bites my ears
Small price to pay for comfort.
My shoes were left outside
Protecting a pristine floor

We both had work to do
We both knew better
We will be sorry tomorrow
We will be sorry five minutes ago

Her scent gets to me
She tells me she´s crazy
I bit her ear
She will have told me she liked it

I hoped to have promised a prompt departure
My bum was stuck to the seat
She´s got me by the hand and the heart
I would have never been planning to come

More didn´t happen than did
Something will surely become of it
We will have never mentioned it
It has been time to go for some time