Something DifferentRomance is dead. Such suave men belong only in films For girls to swoon and sigh.Something Different
So many truly believe they'll find their own. What happens to those who want a lover without a script? A person with quirks, a person with flaws. Someone who doesn't always know what to say or do. Some who's not pretending...
They kiss--- On the bow of a boat...in the rain... Under the starry sky.
So many crave that life altering kiss. What happens to those who want nothing but imperfect happiness? A person who knows the boundaries of decency.
Someone who do
Fork in the RoadThe path was simple and straightforward. I had no where to go but whatever lay directly in front of my two feet. The path continued on in this manner for quite some time. That is, until I met a fork in the road.Fork in the Road
Not literally a fork, you see, the path was split in two. One trail left. The other right. I had walked along the path for so long, but never had to decide where to go. Now what?
There was no seeing what lay beyond each path, either. Believe me, I tried.
But the trees and shrubs were much to dense to see anything at all. Except the peculiar fork in the ro
SummertimeWe rode our bikes Around the town Until the town was known Side to side And up and down Each year we each had grownSummertime
To eat the blueberries Plump and sweet Was indeed a chore We'd pick and pick And eat and eat Until our bellies were sore
We'd fly our kites In the lot With too much time to kill Yours would fly And mine would not
Yet we needed more time still
We ate our ice cream In wafer cones You always got too much I would laugh As you would moan For letting yourself eat such &n
Waiting for HeadlightsTears in my eyes, I give home a call. Dad picks up “Please, take me home,” I say he sighs, soothes me.Waiting for Headlights
Headlights illuminate my friend’s strange, unfamiliar driveway in the dead night such a late hour. Too scary for me.
Bid her parents goodbye climb in the car too ashamed to meet my own tear-dabbed eyes in the rearview.
He shuts the door turns the keys in the ignition our car drives down the empty streets. in silence.
I clutch my sleeping bag
that I didn’t get to use it’s
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