Yes, I remember the times... late nights when I'd stay with you holding your hand we'd talk nervously of unimportant things. I remember our first kiss... I remember your eyes... to this day the memories spark an energy through me. With you I feel beautiful. Despite my troubles, my pain, my scattered thoughts, despite my dissatisfactions and my petty angst your voice can make me smile. Just a stout, perky "hey" fills me with an indescribable euphoria. I wish, sometimes, that I could tell you all this That I could just release my feelings and maybe you would tell me you love me... but the fear of the opposite holds me back. You're the world to me... I can't get you out of my mind. Everyday I pass the places we've been I get taken back I get lost... take me there again, oh please... I'd die for you... please...
Nice poem. I can really relate to the feelings expressed here. You did a beautiful job of putting the feelings of desperate love into words. *snaps*
The best nipple is always the third!!! Like the triple nipple of the Coriander bird!!! Two's company; three's a crowd!!! But I bet that third one makes you proud!!! Where's that nipple, by the way!!! Up top, below, or can't you say!!! If I had three, know what I'd do!!! I'd pierce it through to the other two!!! Suzy, Suzy, Suzy, Suzy Suzy, Suzy Greenberg Suzy, Suzy, Suzy, Suzy Suzy, Suzy Greenberg
