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This is,
attempt number four sixty-three,
to tell you just how much,
I,
love--if I complete the statement,
it'll be real.
So far I've ripped up years of paper
and now am left with this
tiny slip.
My small joy,
my sweet oddity,
I added together
your phone number
and the even sum,
reminded me of your smile.
Cracked lip, chipped tooth,
heavy tongue;
charming.
There is a soft hint
of dimples--
This tiny piece of paper,
on which, I scribble,
is powerful like a papercut,
like your first Hello.
Like your first blowjob.
I wasn't there,
but I can imagine the look
on your face.
attempt number four sixty-three,
to tell you just how much,
I,
love--if I complete the statement,
it'll be real.
So far I've ripped up years of paper
and now am left with this
tiny slip.
My small joy,
my sweet oddity,
I added together
your phone number
and the even sum,
reminded me of your smile.
Cracked lip, chipped tooth,
heavy tongue;
charming.
There is a soft hint
of dimples--
This tiny piece of paper,
on which, I scribble,
is powerful like a papercut,
like your first Hello.
Like your first blowjob.
I wasn't there,
but I can imagine the look
on your face.
Literature
Friends
Some betray,
Some forget,
Some stay,
Some love,
Some hate,
Some die,
Some stay in your soul forever...
-- o-o; Ze psychotic one? o.o;
Literature
Cailin Darkscythe: Our Friends of Misery
*Cailin is in a room with another man, being interviewed. The man speaks.* "
So, Cailin..we've all been wondering..what's your story?"
Cailin laughs, nodding. "Okay, it's common knowledge nowadays that I'm a drake. I remember my first thoughts; 'Hm, this is interesting. ..From what I can tell, I've got twilight colored scales, crimson-tinted amber runes..a flat tail...I feel magic coursing through me, at the same time..a connection with the earth..I am certain I am of the Blue and Black dragonflights, then..'..I was born in the Dustwallow Marsh, but I'll get to how later on.."
*The man replies* "Uh huh. So..you're of the black and blue dra
Literature
Mirrored
Where once the spirit did decline, It found no way to move ahead, The obstacles once bent, align And lead our heroine instead Onwards to a clearer place Where one can move at measured pace Not breakneck speed in panic's thrall Walk steady, strong, not falter - fall, She strides through that which render weak The bravest souls who conquer death And dares to face her foes and speak - "I'll never quell another breath, For I am not your enemy You merely see yourself in me."
Fucking hearts and their need to bleed all over my paper. How rude, am I right?
© 2008 - 2024 Comrade-Kelly
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I love it . I think most people go through these feelings at some point in their life...
Your description made me laugh out loud, though.
Your description made me laugh out loud, though.