"My Favorite Things" by Angela Thomas Laying with you was like falling onto a warm blanket of sand. It's not the kind of sand that pricks you and hurts, no, it's powder-white and fine, conforming and smooth. All the while, I was in danger of breathing too deep, closing my eyes, and inhaling you. Still, everytime I looked up, there you were. 01/31/2004 Posted on 02/01/2004 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Emily Tong on 02/11/07 at 02:51 AM wow this is so intense and really beautifully written. your descriptive voice is incredible! and i love the idea of someone being like fine sand.. great job Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 1 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)