Wednesday, July 9, 2008

poetry....

it is no longer the words but the actions that define me. 

it is no longer the thought of what is going to happen, it is now or never.

this is the time for words to die and actions to survive.

i need to make the move..

and the move is simple....time to man the fuck up


but anyways...i almost had a chance to do it tonight...the mood was right the place was great and she is phenominal as always.

i know taht thursday we will hang and i know that i will see what she can do and we will see what we are made of. i am not going to get hammered but i will drink. i am going to see where she stands when she stands next to me.

so we will see, only a sight of vision i can hold is the her hand in mine and we will see...


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