She Writes! She draws! She writes bad poetry!
We leave Friday night/Saturday morning for Dallas! This, of course means five days of skirts and panty hose, and waaaaaayyyyy too much pink, just in case anyone was wondering. With any luck, I'll learn something incredible and come back and be a selling machine! I better anyway, with all the money we're spending on this trip. XD Also, Yaoi-con depends on it... or rather, me attending depends on it.
That being said, things are pretty decent right now. We got a new car. I'll have pictures as soon as I stop being lazy long enough to load them. He's a blue '03 Honda Accord with silver trim. I named him Roy, and he's amazing. He makes it very difficult to miss Riza (the '91 Honda Accord station wagon I traded for him).
I'm supposed to be cleaning, or at least ficcing or something, but instead I seem to be writing bad poetry. I figure I can count it as at least marginally productive if I share it, right?
Sing for me a lover’s song
Of battered dreams and words unspoken
Dance for me a lover’s dance
Of empty rooms and hearts left broken
Curse for me a lover’s curse
Of one who has no more tomorrows
Pray for me a lover’s prayer
Of one who cries out all their sorrows
Walk for me a lover’s road
Of one who knows that things get better
Guide me down a lover’s path
Of one who learns how to forget her
And if when all is said and done
The world amounts to only this
Make me no more than a shadow
That I may steal a lover’s kiss
That being said, things are pretty decent right now. We got a new car. I'll have pictures as soon as I stop being lazy long enough to load them. He's a blue '03 Honda Accord with silver trim. I named him Roy, and he's amazing. He makes it very difficult to miss Riza (the '91 Honda Accord station wagon I traded for him).
I'm supposed to be cleaning, or at least ficcing or something, but instead I seem to be writing bad poetry. I figure I can count it as at least marginally productive if I share it, right?
Sing for me a lover’s song
Of battered dreams and words unspoken
Dance for me a lover’s dance
Of empty rooms and hearts left broken
Curse for me a lover’s curse
Of one who has no more tomorrows
Pray for me a lover’s prayer
Of one who cries out all their sorrows
Walk for me a lover’s road
Of one who knows that things get better
Guide me down a lover’s path
Of one who learns how to forget her
And if when all is said and done
The world amounts to only this
Make me no more than a shadow
That I may steal a lover’s kiss