Damn the Snow.
Dear Mother Nature,
Please just stop with the practical jokes.
Love,
EG
P.S. YOU SUCK!
I finally bought books for my classes.
198 dollars!
"How do you sleep at night?! I'm taking this...*sniffff*"
I wish not to go to Sociology---please cancel?
California.
"In days it's long, but in time it's so short."
To be comfortable you must put yourself in uncomfortable situations.
Skin to skin we drifted into a land of wonders
Where rules were banished and reality seized.
I'm finding that while running through an abyss of dreams
Falling flat on my back on a white blanket of time
Sinking slowly into a dark pit of my fears
There's always a hand extended in my direction waiting.
Simply waiting for my pride to disappear.
Not needing to understand or even agree,
Merely to accept.
We woke to the annoyance of eight in the morning,
The realization that a superior mind calls on me.
A slight smile while you sleep,
It makes wandering into a storm of lost, confused and bitter snow flakes.
I returned with a surprise,
The smokes you thought were no more...they rest in my chest pocket.
A small kiss on the cheek and your eyes blink slightly.
Just enough to see the shine from seven hours prior,
The same brightness that grabs and pulls me in.
'Twas wonderful.
Please just stop with the practical jokes.
Love,
EG
P.S. YOU SUCK!
I finally bought books for my classes.
198 dollars!
"How do you sleep at night?! I'm taking this...*sniffff*"
I wish not to go to Sociology---please cancel?
California.
"In days it's long, but in time it's so short."
To be comfortable you must put yourself in uncomfortable situations.
Skin to skin we drifted into a land of wonders
Where rules were banished and reality seized.
I'm finding that while running through an abyss of dreams
Falling flat on my back on a white blanket of time
Sinking slowly into a dark pit of my fears
There's always a hand extended in my direction waiting.
Simply waiting for my pride to disappear.
Not needing to understand or even agree,
Merely to accept.
We woke to the annoyance of eight in the morning,
The realization that a superior mind calls on me.
A slight smile while you sleep,
It makes wandering into a storm of lost, confused and bitter snow flakes.
I returned with a surprise,
The smokes you thought were no more...they rest in my chest pocket.
A small kiss on the cheek and your eyes blink slightly.
Just enough to see the shine from seven hours prior,
The same brightness that grabs and pulls me in.
'Twas wonderful.