Breathe |
the coffee pot gurgles as it takes its last breath,
a hot sip and giving up the hope that the past could be different, puts my head to rest,
still im left with nothing more than pictures of ...
Posted by Dagwood on Tue, 11 Oct 2005 01:53:00 PST |
Peripheral Partner |
peripheral involvement sparks the knowledge of their existence
smoke screen small talk lites his heart like fiery embers in an autumn dark
she's here to converse with her crush, she begins to blush, h...
Posted by Dagwood on Wed, 05 Oct 2005 01:19:00 PST |
Mascara |
she keeps a string tied around her finger, so good thoughts can linger
candles lit ,it smells of ginger and cinnamon, raindrops fall like nickels
create sounds that stir the animals.
she stares at me,...
Posted by Dagwood on Sat, 01 Oct 2005 07:53:00 PST |
