calypso

I quit.

I suck at life and it's far too much work, anyhow.





Now that I've stopped being dramatic, here's a crappy-crap-assed little poem I wrote yesterday in under ten minutes:

"Come To Me Not"

Come to me not in dreams,
For they shall be gone on the morrow
Come to me not in pity,
In hopes to heal my sorrows.

But come to me in soft whispers
Wake me in the morning light
Touch my skin with silk-soft lips
Rekindle my delight

Speak to me in those low tones
And let me know I'm not alone
So darling won't you come to me,
And let me fall in love with thee
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I felt fuckin' inspired by all the fuckin' beauty in this world.

Yeah.

Ha.