I try to keep you tight
Darkness swirls over
But your compassion burns bright
The cold doubt creeps 'round
Warmth kept through your touch
Your head on my shoulder
To my body you clutch
And our fingers lace
The depth of your eyes
An everlasting embrace
5 comments:
thank you for posting more poems, btw :P was gonna get on ya about it. pink, you're such a woman :P j/k, j/k. i think your skills are improving ^^ :)
hey, when i posted that song...i wasn't depressed. yea, that's how i feel, but...that's always how i've felt. it's just the way it is. i wasn't particularly sad. i just really like that song :P thanks for your concern though :)
lol, apparently they do allow their residents to have sex. i had never wondered about this before, i always assumed it was an off-limits thing in nursing homes. but jen told me otherwise, and i thought it was amazing. and yes, salad fingers was totally necessary
uhhh..i think the more appropriate question is "Is Rick Springfield really necessary?" lol.
lol. well, you are the only person who ever reads my blog...
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