We are
nothing but
What our
imagination
allows
us to be.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Poem #15
There is a color
that reminds me of you
every time.
When you kiss my neck
and it sends shivers
down my spine
and
I turn into a ribbon
floating in the wind.
that reminds me of you
every time.
When you kiss my neck
and it sends shivers
down my spine
and
I turn into a ribbon
floating in the wind.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Monday, December 3, 2012
Poem #13
He told me he loves me.
I just stare out the sunroof as the clouds seem to separate into a layer other than the sky, than the rest of the world.
I was up there.
I was in the clouds.
I just stare out the sunroof as the clouds seem to separate into a layer other than the sky, than the rest of the world.
I was up there.
I was in the clouds.
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