dancepetunia asked: Hi!!!!!!
I really wanted to do this, but no one did, so I’ll just write a poem… to myself. This is for you, self. You’re awesome. And have an interesting face.
Night and the spirit of life calling.
Come one, come all.
Bees will buzz, and kids will be blowing dandelion fuzz.
Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
I am just a poor boy, though my story is seldom told.
- My mom: Happy Easter! You cooking ham with your roomies?
- Me: You know I hate ham.
- Me: And Easter.