Why do I love to write poems about people with a y chromosome?
And think about them, and dream about them...
I should like very much to write a poem about a railroad.
And think about the raindrops and dream about time.
But then the next thing I know I dreaming that in time we will sit under the raindrops as you read my poem about a railroad and then I am disgusting myself because I am so girl when will I be woman?
ohhh love it so it's so true I wish I had more... I don't know, not dignity.... wow this comment makes no sense. Psych!
ReplyDeletei love this...a lot :)
ReplyDeletewowza, too true. Why can't our brains do what we tell them? They keep talking to our hearts, it's cruel really.
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