Poems from meg.houpt
This is bad
I feel like I’m slipping.
Back down the dark hole of no return.
I don’t know how many more times I can do this.
And manage to...
Fella hella fine
could thy conceive to be Mine?
I’ll just wait here then.
Potato, potato, How I love thee!
Doth thee love me?
So many...
Despair is a disease of the spirit,
But passion is an ailment for the heart.
One cannot exist without the other.
Yet, would it be simpler...
I saw my chance and took it, chopped him down.
He did not see me coming, the old clown.
How could he? I was carful and meticulous
studied...
Saffron, Peridot, Jonquil, Vermilion, Tenné
Crimson, Scarlet, Carnelian, Burgundy
Plum, Mauve, Catawba
Grey, Umber
White