Poetry flows loosely through me, you see.
okay, so here's what i did.
i went to Photobucket
picked out a photo totally randomly
and wrote something about it
you give it a try too, here's mine
English Love
She had distraction written loosely on her lips
Listening to English garage bands
On a warped disk warming in the English sun
Molly Ryan, boyish haircut
One of The Destructors since the age of seven
She took my hand and pulled me by the thumb
Digits dancing, ballroom medleys
Shoe laces unraveled and interlocked
Spoke to me no words, language of the French
Placed my warm hand on her cold thigh
And sought to teach me language skills
As I fumbled in the dark
She passively laughed
Looking everywhere; all around the room
And I was stuck, fixated on her eyes
my apologies to whomever this little
british girl might be. please dont be mad
i went to Photobucket
picked out a photo totally randomly
and wrote something about it
you give it a try too, here's mine
English Love
She had distraction written loosely on her lips
Listening to English garage bands
On a warped disk warming in the English sun
Molly Ryan, boyish haircut
One of The Destructors since the age of seven
She took my hand and pulled me by the thumb
Digits dancing, ballroom medleys
Shoe laces unraveled and interlocked
Spoke to me no words, language of the French
Placed my warm hand on her cold thigh
And sought to teach me language skills
As I fumbled in the dark
She passively laughed
Looking everywhere; all around the room
And I was stuck, fixated on her eyes
my apologies to whomever this little
british girl might be. please dont be mad