Writers holiday that is...no such thing right?? Wudeva! he he
Got a phew bits and pieces of poems...wayy too much thoughts running through my mind, I can't even remember a thing after about a minute has passed.
My darling, sweet, sweet darling
you know the sun rises in your eyes, and sets in your presence.
I cherish thee within the burrowing cages of my heart
my soul, shant escape from these romantic oboes of majestic pomp
oh darling! They weep too when sorrow befalls me
they too, laugh when joy tickles this pure essence of romance bestowed upon I....
Thursday, January 29, 2009
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