

warmthyour hands are warm and your hair is such awarmth
pretty sandy brown mess that my fingers get tangled in when the sun sets against that angry sky
your mother is beautiful, did you know? i wanted to tell her when i met her but i was suddenly so shy and you have your father's eyes


your ribsi like that i can feel your ribs so close through your skin because they make you real realer than he would ever be and those ribs those firm white bones can't lie to me not like i have been lied to before under the veil of thicker skin so show me your ribs and i'll rest my weary head onyour ribs
that obvious clavicle and run my hands down that sure spine and be myskinnyloverboy


makemymondayi spent a long time making sure my skin was smooth my hair was straight my makeup even and i wore that little pink skirt with the bow because i hoped that your hand would find its way to my knee and that you would tell me how soft my skin wasmakemymonday
this you did, and this made my monday. thankyouformeetingmyexpectationsyougeniunefool.


do you know?i wonder if you know that i've been thinking about you since that day that you told me how you really felt, honest, and i know that i called you and i was so flustered and confused because i didn't know what i was supposed to think and that day on the bus when we sat together and listeneddo you know?
to my favorite songs as rain drummed against the window and i realized that there was so much between us we sat close and it didn't bother me a bit because it felt right i realized that fourth block was my favorite for a reason and then at your house that night when i put on my purple suede boots a
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'Atheism turns out to be too simple. If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning in the first place. . .'
you're very welcome!
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