She's back from the dead!
All hell might break loose.
(But doesn't absence make the heart grow fonder?)
Read the poems of this basket case, friend.
It will be epic -
With words, rhymes, romance,
And all that jazz.
All the bits and pieces, guts out,
Skeletons in the closet out for public viewing.
A peek at her dark and stormy nights.
The songs of a bleeding heart,
Honest as the day is long.
Teenage dream -
As horny as a three balled tomcat,
Free as a bird.
We can dance the night away
By the light of the moon
Iím...just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.*
Ah, to be young and foolish...
This is my labor of love,
Enjoy the ride.
(Photo is mine. Sunset at Matabungkay, Batangas, Philippines.)