A little evidence.
I don't have pictures of the bruises.
I don't have documents citing the injured spirits and dreams destroyed.
I do, however, have evidence of Sid on the floor, after a throw down.
That's me, leaving her giggling on the ground.
I also have a snippet.
Of our love.
1 comment:
I'm officially following you. How online-stalker creepy of me.
Also, I wrote you a poem about Friday night.
Apartment Crawl
Bedroom Brawl
Red Glasses
Bruised Asses
Bubba Keg
CB's Leg
Ripped Jeans
Horny Teens
Mylie Cyrus
Herpes Virus
Heather Hitting
Porch Sitting
You always give me a dirty glare when I say goodbye!
and scene.
XOXO
A
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