If you were a brook

by deadly sun   Jul 13, 2009


A babbling brook brings me to a bridge. When i'm on that bridge I find myself looking down into a cool refreshing constant, and no matter how much flows past or how many times the the ripples i see may change i can't tear myself away. No matter what happens in that brook, the water will always be the same and thats why i love you.

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