pressed for time and touched with bliss
bows tied on gifts and suspense packaged and pushed away until the right moment creates breaths of anticipation and reliefs like in paintings. the scene isn't only filling my direct line of vision or my peripheral. it's not just the spotlight on the art, but when it's lit by the light of a candle and the flickering gives away more than the entire work. i've stared for longer than i'd like to admit and desire to continue for more than i could have ever imagined. you mean more to me than anyone could imagine. it's the comparison of the wrapping and weight of the gifts that gives off first impressions, but for interior contents that make its real worth. if it's the thought that counts, then your worth is priceless.
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it's been a few entries since i've written a poem, but i've been quite busy.
if you are zolton, i miss you. by the way, if you don't know... him and i are dating now. okay? kay.
i'm leaving for dance camp tomorrow, so i need to finish packing. be back on thursday. miss you!!! (esp. tasha). <33
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it's been a few entries since i've written a poem, but i've been quite busy.
if you are zolton, i miss you. by the way, if you don't know... him and i are dating now. okay? kay.
i'm leaving for dance camp tomorrow, so i need to finish packing. be back on thursday. miss you!!! (esp. tasha). <33