Let the poets struggle to describe your heart//Your art of love and your love of art

[tread_a_measure]

he kept me awake all winter.
but sleeping spring eyes open new. little budding promises bloom lips and eyes and smiles.
my dandelion boy: I'd like to keep you uprooted. Please leave me my life.

so let the beginnings begin.

Comments

[yr_so_crazy]

go for it. you're pretty.