July 2010
2 posts
Last Christmas.
“Roses are red violets are blue?” No this poem will never do. Tomorrow is her flight, & I still can’t get this right. Drowning myself with profanity, Can’t figure how the ending will be, I guess all i wanted to say, “Hope we can meet someday.”
Adventure at night.
I’d fly you to the stars, further than Jupitar or Mars. All you have to do is say, & I’ll take you far away.
