i was back at the old house today, as you would most definitely say,
had we lived together or even just neighbours.
and up the routine staircase i decided that,
old habits go out of shape
because i still hold my breath.
and when i leave this house
the keys and locks make love
and i come back to
a dugout.
Last edited by somewhat_here at Apr 11, 2008,
this is very cool, very creative. kind of short but it works with this.
thanks for the crit.
Emerse your soul in love

You used to be alright What happened?

Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her Dark Eyes .