I did . . . . She wasnt
I did . . . . She wasnt
Took alot of thinking (ow my brain)
But here it is . . .
As someone mentioned - "if I were stranded on an island with just one album" (and my 4 favorite girls?) -
Thanks SD ☺?
She was the moth to my front porch
Swing.
Her body sings,
Oh how it sings!
Now THATS a happy leaf! ☺
Theres something about the curve
Of her essence,
That makes me hard . . .
To handle.
The die off fly off,
From the whipping heat ~
The meat . . .
Of a candle.
I dont suppose a notion to know,
Why the wax wants to wane
But she turns bright the night ~
Just sew . . .
In vein
Autumn cotton in full moon
Shine ~
Like a steel pipe,
Still . . .
My brain . . . .
This IS about someone . . .
But no one here, . . . and no one you know. ?
Raven black . . .
Quick trek to hell . . . .
. . . . and back
"Miss Priss" (Bitch)
"Fairy flies" I thought they were tiny little pieces of fuzz drifting through the air.