And so begins another Romantic Monday! Click here to read Edward Hotspur’s hauntingly gorgeous tale. (There’s also a link there to all of the other awesome posts!)
Oh, Sandy
Oh, Sandy
Don’t pretend that
I’m the only one
I saw you on the news
Blowin’ that entire neighborhood
Oh, Sandy
I only like you when the lights go out
And you drag chills across my skin
Where the sheets do not cover
Oh, Sandy
I only crave you when I’m drunk
Until then you’re no fun
Creepin’ on my back porch
Oh, Sandy
You’re electric
You make my windows shake
You make my back door slam
Oh, Sandy
You’re such a tease
They told me to be weary
Of you
Oh, Sandy
Are you coming?
I’m waiting on my turn
To dance with you
Be safe, everyone!
Maybe next week I’ll finally write about the (real) love of my life. I think he’s getting jealous.