Winter Comments

You speak of a cold, wintery, and blustery night. Just like the night I finally made sweet, braying love to Haley. You see, the problem with Haley was that she was a beautiful, strong, empowering equine (a horse that is) . Her braying noises throughout the night echoed against the abandoned barn's red walls. I feared that she would buck me. Anyway, your writing plucked my heart strings and flooded these memories back so strongly. I thank you deeply. Forever and cordially yours, Nanner Nibs.

oh also, speaking of winter...we need to have our own plans for winter formal! haha =D ok im done MOO OOM AND RAWR! ! SS

yet another amazing poem! and that last line! 'theres no way i could survive that cold winter he calls love' perfect. sad. but perfect. it kind of reminds of a romance movie/naval the first part of ur poem desicriptive, and about the picture, its like the first scene of a move, or first page or two in a naval. its like WOW love it. RAWR! ! moo and oom! ! ~SS