Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn.
It is a terrible thing to see and have no vision.
Dear Weather, please don't be so romantic, I am single.
When I miss you, I read our old conversation, smile like an idiot, listen to songs that remind me of you, Then miss you more
saying "I've moved on!" but still feeling something when suddenly see the person
When we quit thinking primarily about ourselves and our own self-preservation, we undergo a truly heroic transformation of consciousness
Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn.
It is a terrible thing to see and have no vision.
Dear Weather, please don't be so romantic, I am single.
When I miss you, I read our old conversation, smile like an idiot, listen to songs that remind me of you, Then miss you more
saying "I've moved on!" but still feeling something when suddenly see the person
When we quit thinking primarily about ourselves and our own self-preservation, we undergo a truly heroic transformation of consciousness