Window Washers

Theory of YouMy page is blank I have not a thought to scribbleTheory of You
It can't be put on paper Because it's inside my body; This feeling you give me And somehow these butterflies Can't get from my stomach Up to my chest Across my shoulder Down my arm Into my hand And to my pencil To flutter all over this empty sheet And paint a picture of your anatomy And now 17 lines Of explaining nothing Describes your mysteries perfectly


FrictionThis is frictionFriction
We don't need an alibi We are not ashamed I salute your teary eyes Although this feeling is unnamed
For now I'll call it friction
Tension in this room built up Brush by my cheek out loud I have no conscious idea What could ever stop us now
And in my mind it's friction
Let it drag on one more time Let it drag on forever And we are sharing the same thought Because we're sure it's now or never
And now i salute friction
Euphoric sadness cracks your lips And then escapes a silent gr
i hope that ...
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CaNoN uSeR
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Zeta B.
Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.
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I'm a photographer and proud of it. By the way....how do you join a DA club?!?
keep it up!
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~aamraN.
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ღ Kristina Kotarski Photography ღ
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