I have no problem with confusing love and sex,
as I've been told that they can be the same thing
for some people,
just not for me.
Let's mix it up, you and I,
a little love, a little sex, and make it
something extraordinary,
the kind of thing everyone envies.
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
Friday, June 26, 2009
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