picked science gut made smell-worthy wiggling strands all that could itch scratched beyond recogniton Smiling I roll out of bed and b-line for the Nissan praying my dreams never come true for then I'd be stuck... I'd be stuck with you.
02/19/2009
Posted on 02/19/2009Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
Heh. The post-Valentine's Day blues? Great work.
A very good descriptive poem, honest and literate... ah, well, love is soooo sticky, huh?
