[[and he's mine.]]
The wind slams h2o onto the window.
And the wind w h i s p e r s her name;
and it h/o/w/l/s.
oOoOoOoO...
The water trickles down the translucent glass,
Tickling it as it deliquesces down.
PiTTr-paTTr-piTTr-paTTr...
The mOOn ((shielded)) behind tenebrous clouds.
A plane of stars \\hidden// from searching eyes.
NO-thing to wish on tonight;
But you'LL stiLL hear me caLLing for you.
nostaligic narcissism
Devious Comments
Previous PageNext Page