Just a quiet girl with loud thoughts.
My hair is white Like Gandalf white In fact, "you shall not pass" Drips from every stand As I avoid eye contact from
By Laura O.5 years ago in Poets
Would you still like me if I told you that citrus smells Describe moods better than words? Or that I believe I am held
I am more than my breasts High and pointed Or low and pendulous I am more than my ass Full and bubbled Or flat and crepey
the weird moment that lingers when you stop holding hands but the tips of your fingers are still touching that stolen quick
Anais Nin said it best, "I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them." Leaving it to a perverse mind
