December 2010
4 posts
You told me you’d come when I needed you, and you said it so sweetly I believed you, but I’m standing her calling - I can’t see you. But I am holding you, holding you, holding you to that.
“I may not be his first, his last, or his only. He’s cared about someone else before me, and possibly will again. But he cares for me now, and that’s all that matters. I don’t expect him to be perfect, because I know I’m flawed as well. And it’s true, he may not think of me every second of everyday, and I may not be the center of his universe, but he gave me a part of him, he knows I can...
Who's the coolest poet ever?
Well, it’s just got to be Shakespeare!
He’s funny, quick-witted, tongue-in-cheek and romantic!
