i write poems. i guess i'm good at it. i'd still do it even if i wasnt. it makes me feel better. when i dont have anyone to talk to, i write a poem. |
October 8th, 2007
I, Shannon Loter of Portland...
Three hundred and sixty five days in a year
and i spent most of them missing your face...
I put our love inside a jar
to save for a rainy day...
There's a lachrymose flower
at the top of the hill...
Monday is a mix of grays
they are mostly dark and bland...