the difference between minutes and momentsA Poem by kruser23Blue jeaned and shirtless I sit wasting not only minutes, but Moments, feeling nothing
Grey plushed skyline Is like sleep pushing at my eyes Lines of static fighting back
I can almost hear your Presence elsewhere; stories you
You'll kiss him bold, f**k Him on the first date, and
Everyday after that. I'll still Be sitting on a couch watching clouds And that will be that © 2008 kruser23Reviews
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7 Reviews Added on November 19, 2008 Authorkruser23camelotAboutSometimes, i don't even know if i like to write or not,.....it's just a part of me, like toes, or fingers, or head(ache). more..Writing
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