Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Another one bites the dust...
I had thought not to write anything for valentine's day but I too fell for it:
please, will you be my valentine, we will go dancing and then dine? "after last times' promises i ended up doing the dishes, no thank you, you bloody swine!"