You are someone.
I am no one.
Strut the walls,
preening,
infinitely clucking;
while the owls
perch and swivel,
and the doves
coo and flutter.
Hope you don't fall over pecking at those delicious crumbs...:-)
if I could emo-con my face I would but it might just end up being as confusing as I find this poem.... maybe I need to read it later or watch some birds?
Much Love
Ashley
this is Sooo inside, it should be in a box! ;-)
I think it already is love...
huh?
if I could emo-con my face I would but it might just end up being as confusing as I find this poem.... maybe I need to read it later or watch some birds?
Much Love
Ashley
:-)
this is Sooo inside, it should be in a box! ;-)
lol
I think it already is love...
Much Love
Ashley