Seven billion different smiles
But it is yours,
That I love the most.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
For her, it was love.
For him, it was play.
She was very innocent.
He was very experienced.
She was younger.
He was older.
She was positive.
He was negative.
She was sweet.
He wasn't.
She was trying.
He was leaving.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
He is how I like my men.
He is tall, and kind, and funny.
He is smart and dedicated.
He is the type of man I'd bring home to meet mom.
He is gentle though at times sharp.
He is crazy and silly, yet stern when necessary.
He is amazing.
But he is older
And he is moving on, out, and away.
He is smart; too smart to wait around for a girl like me,
So young and naïve.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
i learned a long time ago
that too much pressure
on the strings of the violin
would ruin the melody
but with too little pressure
the music you create
is inaudible
so which is it?
did we come to a shrieking halt?
or could you never hear us at all?
[holyoak]
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
if hourglass bodies
have taught me anything
it's that beauty
has a time limit
and it would seem
that you and i
were caught begging aphrodite
for just a few more grains of sand
[holyoak]
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC