BPB.A Poem by just_teaguewinter walks, boozy tuesdays, and the silly way we laugh when we're not even amused, placeholder photographs, rainstorms under a crooked small umbrella. :action, re-action:
puffs of breath on the pillow
and i am nervous i worry that i'm talking too much. lately it seems that i am trying so hard to find the right things to say and well do you know how when you think of someone you're very fond of for too long and you start to feel a little feathery and giddy? your eyes always catch fire and you can tell because your face feels warm. this is how i feel. yes, it's that simple. in the silence we know this: that i love you. after a small sigh, before a nervous monologue. © 2013 just_teagueReviews
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Added on June 23, 2013Last Updated on June 23, 2013 Authorjust_teagueMorris, MNAboutI'm Teague; I'm always in two places at once. I am a sequence of four stories trapped within each other, or some similar mess. Will be primarily writing poetry here; I seem to be going through a p.. more..Writing
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