December 2011
16 posts
time of day
remember me as a time of day
the time we both loved
of you and me just frozen
standing still.
that one time we were
under the rain
and just laughed
laughed the night away
youth has gone
remember me as the time
before we sleep and kiss goodnight.
a story of tragedy(fiction)
My best friend you were. My wingman, err woman rather, being around you felt so easy. No dressing up, no fancy music, or expensive restaurants, just you me and my psp would complete the day. well except on days when we would decide to be adventurous and take rides on my bike and go all the way to the beach until you’re butt became sore from the long ride and we decide to picnic along the...