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This will be the Christmas I remember
stringing popcorn and cranberries for hours
to wrap around the tree
the lightly buttered popcorn, all we could find
musking fresh pine- and a smidge of blood,
won over by the needle. The year of a
mostly empty apartment: the plain
white walls and black metal chair
we use as a TV stand. Telling ourselves
we're not broke; we choose to live like this:
nomads with little to grab
when we get out and go
and one buttered Christmas tree
adorned with blue lights
and beer corks.
stringing popcorn and cranberries for hours
to wrap around the tree
the lightly buttered popcorn, all we could find
musking fresh pine- and a smidge of blood,
won over by the needle. The year of a
mostly empty apartment: the plain
white walls and black metal chair
we use as a TV stand. Telling ourselves
we're not broke; we choose to live like this:
nomads with little to grab
when we get out and go
and one buttered Christmas tree
adorned with blue lights
and beer corks.
Literature
When I Come to See You
When I come to see you
I’ll bring sparkling wine
And we’ll spill it on the floor.
I’ll be ready for your smile.
When your arms are round me
With my belly pressed to yours,
I’ll close my longing eyes.
I’ll be ready for your soul.
And in the early morning
I will open out our fingers
And silently I’ll go.
Deep breath.
Not ready yet.
Literature
Looking
I'm looking for somebody
That I can call my other half
He doesn't need to have muscular calves,
Or a chiselled jawline with cheekbones so dreamy
As long as he is pleasant to my eyes
Looks good wearing glasses or without it
Has good manners, won't resort to telling me white lies
I will love him whole, from his hard edges to his cuddly bits.
I'm looking for someone, my bene elim
Who I can dedicate the song "Somebody" by Depeche Mode
Martin Gore had sung all that I want to say to him
But still I wrote this because I'm in love & am plain bored
He will be my rock and my pillow
And I will share to him what makes me mellow
I will tell him about my
Literature
Hidden Sessions
I'd say theres always been a gulf between you and I;
a whisper in the hair, the girlish smiles I'd give you,
only fuel the fire.
So come on!
Make it worth both our whiles.
I'd show you my worlds,
take a candle to your skies;
I pull the whole thing through the needle's eyes.
I cant pretend it it's all in progression.
Kneading, needing you is my ending jest.
So come all now, the show starts to rise, and I pull you inside from your tiny mind.
I'll grasp your heart, ambition so complacent.
A wiry, weary, why of the true lessons.
Hold my highs, grab my lows,
inner wishes pulls through never thighs,
and I'll transform the biggest resi
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The year of a
mostly empty apartment: the plain
white walls and black metal chair
we use as a TV stand. Telling ourselves
we're not broke; we choose to live like this
nomads with little to grab
when we get out and go
mostly empty apartment: the plain
white walls and black metal chair
we use as a TV stand. Telling ourselves
we're not broke; we choose to live like this
nomads with little to grab
when we get out and go