The 18th Winter

[tickcot]

As the setting sun does run,
leaving ashy trail in an ever freezing sky,
I do declare and spy my breath,
freshly escaped from my warm breast,
and suck it back in as quickly as it leaves.

Branches bare spread and become stale,
they fight the hibernation tooth and nail,
birds have gone, so sets the autumn sun,
the skeletons shadows stretch from

Comments

[diet_rae]

Oh, god, I know.
When I watch TV like, 10% of the commercials could make me cry if I let them.

It kind of sucks to be a girl.
Lets grow penises and be boys, Ken-ken.

[tickcot]

Lets be hemaphrodites, that way we can be self sufficient. hahaha.