Okay, well writing about myself is kind of hard. But here goes: |
Dog walks in, head held high,
Nervous and naive...
I struggle with the way I feel
Because I lack the text...
Sneakers pounding on the pavement,
Starting stretch- feet a little unsteady...
The cocoon is finally ripening, Blondie
And soon you'll shed your shell...
The winds and the crickets left today,
Presumably on some far-away vacation...
&&*. It's not those three precious little words that wash my doubt away... it's just the way you look at me when you say them. |
&&*. Yeah, there's always more fish in the sea. |
&&*. Remember when we were dancing, and you pulled me in and kissed me? |