I can still smell him-
A heady mix of roses and sunshine
Filling me when my mind empties of his near memory
And with just one word
With the contortion of just one syllable
That scent could be my everyday.
Pragmatism is too easily disabused.
A heady mix of roses and sunshine
Filling me when my mind empties of his near memory
And with just one word
With the contortion of just one syllable
That scent could be my everyday.
Pragmatism is too easily disabused.
4 comments:
That quote... I'd like to believe it's not true..:(
Love is a gamble really...you either win or lose, caution or no caution :)
love the plaasmeisie label...... in conjunction with Bertrand Russell.
love? a game? aaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... NO!
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