Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

in this world where mercedes mold in the drive way
and small fits of happiness
bring me another bold response
to the roles and interactionalist prose
of the times when i just was not quite sure what to do
no one has hurt me since you have been here wityh me
loving me even when i feel like a big pretel
twisted and contorted with hamster wheel thinking
and obsessive desire
you come to me like a choir that sings many things to me
i love your face your mouth your soul
more than i will ever be able to share with the world
that i love
i wash the car and the mold comes off
beauty is often hidden by the elements
oregon forests have mysteries
only a resident can undertand
when the truth is told
quietly
the trees rustle gently

CS, this is just plain, beautiful. Ahhhhhhhhh.
Nice flow, imagery, feeling. You my dear are a tree of sorts....
You know, the woods up here in Washington are pretty nice too..like that, you know, rustling.....
H

ditto to hester. beautiful sounds and graceful flow. south mountain and catoctin baby leaves echo.