this is some of my writing...i'll probably put more on later!

I flew in 500 miles to know he's there He's there waiting by the bed
No words were spoken One thought going through my head

Will this be the night? No turning back
It only happens once Changing my white to black

I look in his eyes He is thinking the same thing
The fear we both have Only our passion may bring

The closer we come The more we turn away
We start off slow Like the molding of clay

I feel pain inside It hurts so bad
I think to myself I am more happy then sad

We reached the climax And we slowly drop down
He gets up to leave And the black turns to brown

He is gone the next day No where to be found
He left my soul My weeping was the only sound

I feel regret But I must say
I learned something So strong and lamentable that day!

ItS Long aNd hard, curved at the top
ALLthough gross, can be used as a mop
Tha brisseLs aRe soft and cum to a point
Should bE uSed aFter you smoKe a tight joiNt!

AS I gEntLy sqUeeZe tHa miNty pAstE
I cAn't beLieVe tHey wOn't maKe a LemOn taSte
IF I pUt tOo mUch, the pAste wiLL faLL
IF I pUt tOo LittLe, iT woN't cLean mah jAw!

I wiSh I had one that fLexes and BeNds
ONe that cUshions aNd maKes aLL tha mEnds
But I onLy mAke LittLe mOney at a tiMe
Also I am cheAp aNd I caN't rhyme!

Tis sAd but trUe, but iT muSt part
FEr after siX mOnths, itS weRth onLy faRt!
I am dePreSsed fer a bit untiL I meet mah new frieNd
My new mOuth cLeaner that bLows in tHa wiNd!

find your own way back to the main page or stacey really sucks!

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