And if all her love was just a tease
I need no birds in high up trees
To say that love is a flower that grows
But sometimes a whistle that never blows

The moisture on her lips grew frigid
As soon as their kiss was pulled apart
And though love itself is a lifelong race
She had the urge to erupt in a running start

 You hit me like a meadow
Secluded behind moss covered trees
Like dunes that hide a winding trail
From its salty ocean breeze

I didnt post a single four line chronicle during 2010. Maybe i'll do a better job this year with the help of LJ.

Or the help of someone.

 I've never loved a woman ( Read more... )

 Avez-vous une copine?

Do I have a girlfriend?

DO I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!?

Listen girl, I dont care if this is a French class and we're doing an exercise where we ask each other random questions about if we have stuff. Thats just too personal of a question, unless you are interested in me, and you're not. We didn't say a word to each other last semester ( Read more... )

 Went on a date tonight ( Read more... )

 22 And I might be buying a house next month. Life is so strange.

The summers will come to passing ( Read more... )

One day, when I get a house with high ceilings, I am going to put in lights that are replicas of outdoor streetlights. Only smaller of course so they fit in the door. 

 You guys ever wonder why we're here?