Now five hundred years have passed |
Each day I miss you more and more.
Your heart was red and has turned black...
I walked around your garden today
To see what I could find...
One heartbreak after another.
I didn't like you like I liked the other...
Sorry to you
For shouting at you...
You're my foundation, you are my soul
You all mean the world to me...
Do you remember Bosworth?
Yes, I remember well...
It started this time last year, at Christmastime:
I became yours, I thought you became mine...
I could write a poem based solely on your eyes:
How they flash with innocence, too young to yet be...
Thank you for the memories
Though I may forget in time...
You can't touch me anymore.
I won't be hurt by men...
Rich: "He wasn't thinking. Men think with their penises." |
"The essay isn't THAT bad ... let's just say if it was a dog, you'd shoot it" |
I have lots of close friends ... just none I like. |