A Path, Diverged, in a Summer Wood ( Read more... )

Honey, what's wrong ( Read more... )

just walk away ( Read more... )

*disclaimer* (still not done. ending is crap ( Read more... )

you

i want
so badly
to be in love

kiss my shoulder
and release
that breathy moan

my hands
resting
left
tips touch your hip
right
fingers trace your jaw
sweep your hair

i open my eyes
to look at yours
but you
are not there
you
are not anywhere

ich fühle mich jetzt ( Read more... )

love ( Read more... )

You Are an Orange Flower
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hole ( Read more... )

If readers of rhyme tend to rhyme
and rhymers tend to read rhymes,
do then tongue-twister talkers take this for themselves,
taking their tales in from twisted-tongued tellers?