Now is live. Then was dead. Bad news were yesterday afternoon. Glad that you're always there, pulling me up like an air balloon. Whirlwind. That's my life.
Star gazing. You called me. Pure fun, laughter and joy. I beamed. Sun-tanning. Jokes were not serious after all. Paris fall. Whirlwind. That's how I live.
Haha. Ouhkay. This is my first time writing a poem. Yea, I know it's pathetic. It's actually about my life these days.
9:29 PM
Reach my prismic soul.
Trish is the girl. 16 October is her day
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses. Inside, what a wonderful, caricature of intimacy. Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses. And sleeping with roaches and a few more of your least favourite things. hits
