Gone
There is no river here,
No easily flowing eloquency
Slipping off the tips of
Caffiene tinted fingernails
Like spilt milk in the morning.
Click. Click Click.
Do not cry.
But what if the cup shatters?
hi leise wus up? i have my own account. why don't you look at it? i luv your poems. ;)
Hey hun... What happen to all your other poems? How come you dont talk to me anymore? ... I miss you sis [/3