Tuesday, December 6, 2011

a poem for home


every where i go,
i carry stories of our lives with me.
i am all that i am because i had you.
and every boy that tries to kiss me,
is really trying to kiss all of you.















(sometimes, i really really wish you guys were here.)

5 comments:

  1. AWWWWWWWW! friends. can't find these kinds a folk anywhere in the states it seems i've learned that right quick,


    close. but not the same x

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  2. Gostei de seu blog, e estrei lhe seguindo.
    wwwsabereducar.blogspot.com

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  4. i like the idea of vicariously kissing boys through you. i feel warm and fuzzy- you better be over there living boys over flowers for me

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  5. YOU KNOW ME. Miss you so much.

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