I am just trying to get it down so I don't forget. Which happens a lot. My non-virtual journal entries tend to devolve into lists of things to do that never get done. This place is filling up fast with brainfarts. Here, take this clothespin.
If Google brought you here, I'm sorry. You are unlikely to find what you were searching for. But there's plenty to see if you care to browse around.
Friday, December 07, 2007
a longing song
I want to fall asleep to the sound of your voice with the weight and warmth of your arms at my waist I ask for what you cannot give and offer what you will not take
oh, how i miss you. lately, i think about all of the men who i really couldn't admit i wanted, and now thanks to sagginess and abuse will never have a chance of kissing.
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oh, how i miss you.
lately, i think about all of the men who i really couldn't admit i wanted, and now thanks to sagginess and abuse will never have a chance of kissing.
why do we short-change ourselves?
lets go get some balls, sista.
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