something is stirring/waking up in you this springtime missy and its a good thing....the flowers are pretty too.....and OMC....just how was your deflowering?
Well...Something ROSE up when I first saw LILY. When she kissed me with her TULIPS, she gave me BLUE BELLS. I felt like a PANSY. When she left me the next MORNING GLORY, she whispered: "FORGET ME NOT".
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Hey what Spring
So you sing
That I am pretty, and lure the things
of which
YOU, yourself are
Jealous:
Emotions:
born of greenness and naievete;
Promises:
of Love, because, at the time, it really was The True Thing;
Tears:
harvested in the sad, scorched field of reality.
Isn't it both sad and brilliant that a person can harbor such complexity?
I lean to the side of brilliant.
No, wait. Sad. Wait! Brills!
Whatever. I'm Bipolar, and I like poetry.
Aw jeez. I was sorta hoping to get DE-flowered.
something is stirring/waking up in you this springtime missy and its a good thing....the flowers are pretty too.....and OMC....just how was your deflowering?
Deirdre, you naughty tart!
Well...Something ROSE up when I first saw LILY. When she kissed me with her TULIPS, she gave me BLUE BELLS. I felt like a PANSY. When she left me the next MORNING GLORY, she whispered: "FORGET ME NOT".
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