29 Not Dead But Dying
MOURNING THE LOSS OF MY 20'S
RANDOM THOUGHTS OF 29, HOPEFULLY MY BEST YEAR EVER.
Friday, August 19, 2011
What Color Was It?
It Was
Blue
a bubble pop,
my loud laugh
the night of no sleep.
the nth ruined shirt,
a Mexican painted flower,
a rain cloud that hung o'er my head.
my nails that week,
the striped socks,
the feeling I get when I miss home.
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Red Boot Pearl
September 13, 2011 at 6:36 PM
You are absolutely poetic.
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Christina Martinez
September 14, 2011 at 11:28 AM
Oh Red....can't we just have ice cream already?!
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You are absolutely poetic.
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