Hey~lo! I'm ImperfectBliss. I live in Alaska, and I love writing, singing, drawing, and Wicca. |
I stepped off the plane
and was greeted, enveloped...
It was the first day of eighth grade;
the last year of middle school...
The simply ecstasy of a thought flutters
Behind my dancing eyelids...
As I was riding the bus home this afternoon,
Some incandescent fluttering settled upon my mind...
Sometimes I feel you standing near,
Like a ghostly whisper I struggle to hear...
"When we kiss I see stars and he sees fireworks, which I think means we're in love because if we weren't in love we'd see things like pencils and empty ketchup bottles." |
I want to be the love of your passion....but it's hopeless. |
"And he gave her a dozen roses, eleven real, one fake. He gave them to her, and he told her, 'I'll love you till the last one dies.'" |