still old brand new slightly used not often enough.
Category: Writing and Poetry

shes likened to that of a bead of precious due,on a broad green leaf sparkling oh so intently in the peaceful morning sunshine,deep in the jungles of my mind...

old poem same shit different decade. Current mood: content Category: Writing and Poetry today we kissed in a dream at last i confessed i love you and you confessed the same It felt so real,when you whispered my name Although I awoke the passionate feeling remained At last I felt so free; for just that moment I was temporarily sane,and burning with glee. -