….and you were my favorite.
You my love.
You kept me laughing and dancing
and wanting to go further than before.
You were too much love
and I didn’t know how to receive you.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Sometimes my brain pukes up nonpoetry. This is where it lands.
Blog Archive
-
▼
2008
(92)
-
▼
September
(48)
- I dont understand Feminism
- deliverance aka the 'i cant ryhme without sounding...
- my name is not edgar allen poe
- sometime early in september
- 0924
- 092308
- Roman candle birthday cake
- hmph
- hella emo
- 092008
- -stereotypical indie poem (warning, may contain sa...
- Henry
- 091908
- homogenous
- 091908
- mentiras
- Filling in the blanks
- DC
- 081808 ____ drops by
- 0918
- Brittle Bone Oak Riddle/Coconut Cream
- Dana
- pretty self explanatory i think
- 091808
- 091708
- 091608
- instigation
- 091508
- i have no idea where this came from
- 091308
- Sonny
- _____
- 09/10
- sweet tooth
- 090908
- 0908
- 090708
- 090608
- 090408
- September
- 090408
- _____ - 090208
- -Leaving-090308
- Odd.
- Um..... july?
- june twenty something. maybe july.
- Reverse polarity
- Sometime in May
-
▼
September
(48)
About Me
- salsa_estrella
- Another carbon based life form, who spends way too much time online.
No comments:
Post a Comment