The prerogative of the peccadillo.
The alternative alter ego.
The tangential poet.
The obtuse prose.
The silent bard.
The lonely heart.
The single couple.
The rich beggar.
The dry winter.
The cold summer.
The deep mountains.
The selfish hero.
The anti hero.
The open plot.
The starving glut.
A prim slut.
A simple god.
The unknown masterpiece.
: That is love.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Love
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
whilst I ignore
And so it were, Whilst I lay counting the grains in sand, The surf kept passing me by. It kept telling me stories, But the sand was grainy, ...
-
Croon me a lullaby, Hold me tight. Help me sleep, Dream nightmares no more. Long be a night, Longer yet in repose, Sadder be my Nighti...
-
Somethings never change. Sometimes you wish they would.But then again if they change we will not. After a long way down the road you r...
-
There was this moon one night and lonely I was. I started talking with her and with the lay lost my heart. She was all so lonely up in t...
No comments:
Post a Comment