AnnieGreene

Step one you say we need to talk He walks you say sit down it's just a talk He smiles politely back at you You stare politely right on through Some sort of window to your right As he goes left and you stay right Between the lines of fear and blame And you begin to wonder why you came “Anakin…” Padmé looked at her husband. He was sitting on her couch, his head in his hands. “What’s the matter?” “You know really well what the matter is, Padmé,” he said. Padmé sighed. She had feared this. “It was just a dream, Annie,” she said and sat down by his right side. She stroked h