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Thursday, June 15, 2006

My Fishnet Hose Creep Up My Thigh

Rating: 5.0
My fishnet hose creep up my thigh
Its just another night
Hopefully one to remember
For me to remember that is.
What am I looking forward to?
Frat houses
Frat boys
And the bitches that flaunt their stuff to get laid.
That is what lies ahead,
A promising future,
A waste of time,
Of energy,
Of me.
I type and the words flow from my mind.
Tonight followed a day of surprises.
An amazing person,
A walk in the woods,
Embarrassment and laughter,
A timeless kiss.
So why do I sit here so empty?
A glass filled with nothing but despair,
The rim of the glass lined with words.
Here I sit,
Alone,
Absorbing the silent surroundings,
All a blessing in itself.
Questions come without fail.
They fill my mind quickly
But it has yet to overflow.
They’re searching for the answers,
Most never to be found.
I wish I had the answer.
Even a guess right now would do.
Yet fickle fickle me,
I can’t put a finger on what is true.
pump princess
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COMMENTS
Kesav Easwaran 07 May 2009
reflective...nicely composed...you have a flair with words poetic...thanks...10
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