Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

dance lightly
on her
unmade grave
& expedite
contrition
a plethora of
now & thens
decorate her
wish list
chances are
that chances aren't
a flood of
unrequited loves
will wake
& smell
the rose that grows
& withers for
their pleasure

beatiful
leaves me feeling empty and full
satisfied
happy and sad

just because I like your stuff don't mean you owe me anything
to paraphrase the man from Hibbings