Halloween
My feet begin to tremble,
While,
near perfectly sitting still.
It's Halloween and yet another
Barely clad sailor walks by.
And another,
And another,
And then someone is pants
(oh lordy lordy)
Airy voices, planning.
I suppose its to let the naughty side,
Out out out!
They leave, with seemingly little left.
I try not to care, I try.
I know what’s taboo now,
Is normal later.
But I cant help to
Digrese
I can feel my silence in my feet
As my feet begin to tremble.
I care. But why?
I suppose I care to much about women.
Even more than fun.
Maybe more than I should?
2007-11-01
22:26:52
·
5 answers
·
asked by
Anonymous