--Elite Writer Alias: Dolor Name: Mike ASL: 21/m Website:[ Website ] Days Away: 216 Life Story: Closing the door. [ Ignore User ]
Favorites: 13 Forum Posts: 0 Shoutbox Posts: 0 RP Posts: 0 Signup Date: 4989 D 13.67 Years 1.37 Decades 166.3 Months 712.71 Weeks 4.989000e+8 Heart Beats -There you go eggman Quote: When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
The speaker is drunk, it just isn't stated up front. Notice he doesn't stay on his caffine and microwave treats: "I shift to harder vice", plus the mistake of whispering sweet things to the eye and not the ear. I hope that clarifies that confusion I'm working more on subtleties but maybe I'm being too vague in the poem.
Destitute, yes. Bottom rung. Hoping for some affection from day to day.
That's right, we'll all be obtusely overt and obscene with our exotically erotic. Get into an erotica erectile errantry of an exserted protuberance aimed salaciously fecund. The thought of such enigma entity!!! Like get down!!! Ha ha ha. Almost cute huh?