Like crumbly apple caramel pie
Quirky as we acted, we were so interested
Mind you, it satisfied
the plunging butterflies
In my belly
Our telephone conversations were dim and awkward,
And coward as ever
Dare I say I still like you c'ause you're clever?
Saddly not at dating
But I appressiate your shy, cute
Tremor
Look at us holding hands
Your whole arm span is shakig
And mine, stiff as a nest
Dare I say I might have pretended
To enjoy the walk we took through the forest
But, do know
That I do adore
Your feeble, shy strokes on my skin
And I'm aware that you mean to do more
It just needs much more better timing
That's all,
It'll take a marathon of days
Before we both feel at home
But I'm glad we're on an anti-instant
Path of love.
4 comments:
A positiva, 100 puntos, cosmic, did you write this poem????!!!!!
Muchas gracias!! Si el positivismo tiene que aserme bien! I did indeed write this poem! Me alegra mucho tus nuevas iniciativas de la cultara hippie!
OMG FINALLY! Another quirky like minded blogger. Lets frollic in a feild of daisies together. It will be fantastic. :)
Hahah wow girly I just smiled so big my face almost disjointed it's joints! I'm glad you dig my quirkyness, as I dig yours. I'm amazed at how funny your sick jokes are, I adore how they're all over your blog it's utterly amazing. Please, let's frolic in a field indeed! Dasies are a very friendly flower, I would love that.
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