My name would be Casey, many tend to call me by the title, Alice, for reasons known only to myself and secretive others.Unlike a few on here, the poems in which I compose are all straight from the heart, me basically concentrating on a great emotion before spilling it out in writing, which just happens to (at most time.) rhymes.I'm a generally friendly person, well I'd hope to think so, so feel free to IM me, if you perhaps want me to create a poem about yourself, requests welcomed of course. |
Hear the sounds of drag and queen,
skeleton fingers across the seems, the folds in...
Sounds of the corruptive, noises of the crazed...
Locked in my brief fantasy, legends of that dead...
One for the time we met of all days.
Two for the light, the spark in your gaze...
One for the time we met of all days.
Two for the light, the spark in your gaze...
Sounds of the corruptive, noises of the crazed...
Locked in my brief fantasy, legends of that dead...
Hear the sounds of drag and queen,
skeleton fingers across the seems, the folds in...