Don't play with it

I think being naive is under rated.

This is a hilarious post I saw earlier called "Didn't you see the signs?" on the I Should've Been a Stripper blog. (Don't judge me..hmph!)

 Love Poem

To love deeply
Is to hurt always.
It's an ongoing compromise,
A forever sacrifice,
A note to oneself:
Love shallower in the next life.

It's a pool of intensity
Of desire, caring,
concern, worry,
consideration, obsession,
passion, compromise,
and love...
...whatever that means

So pack light...

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Glistens off clichéd tears
Rolling down the cheeks of a lone soul
Sitting drenched in the moonlight
Like a waiting omen
Slow tilt of the head...revealing dark eyes
A slow question murmured like a whisper under his breath,
"how are you? ...I've been waiting"
Objection?

Sacrifice
And like the petals it shall turn to dust
but a faded memory
as the wind blows it away
til its no more

A bud...
peeks from the tip of a branch

Waiting to be snipped off
by ignorant fingers


death be to hope

But the budding plant can be claimed


-(by Eamon and me...) idle bbm convo

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I've decided that I'm going to start writing again. Yay me.
Shelli out.
*throws up a random gang sign*
Deuce