

Another Fall Poemthe leaves scattering hopping like frogs across the road the streetlight reflects on their backs in a flurry they whisper like children as i pass byAnother Fall Poem


Shiftingthe day ended the way it began snow fell in a lazy swarm and i remembered how in the summer you always smelled like suntan lotion and soap i think i understood this all at one point those words searching like fingers you said you loved me for the first time in a hotel room on the bay the rain whispered frantically as you kissed me i wasn't ready i was never readyShifting
--
Moon's Creations' Etsy Shop: [link]
(Sorry if I already said this in a reply.)
--
Well, if it isn't fat stinking billygoat Billyboy in poison. How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap stinking chip-oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly, thou.
and no you didn't send me that in a reply. so you're fine
--
"Two wrongs don't make a right, but three rights make a left!"
Previous Page12345...Next Page