Poetic Discernings

[spiderpig]

Not really, but it's obvious that I can't study 8 hours straight without deviating. I took one hour to nap, and then another hour to write some pseudo-poetic rubbish behind my History study syllabus.

Amidst a cup of Lemon-Lime juice, Milo and a serving of fries. Large. I took four hours to slowly pick my way through. =D Ah. Saltiness. Somewhat like

tears?



Your smile
His lips.
Your hands
His hips.
Your eyes
Just lies?
His whispers,
Send me a-titter?

What's this
Inexperienced.
Wet 
            Behind
                         Her
                                  Ears.
Naive.
Trusting.
Cynic.
                                                    to do?



After all of this
Will it ever be the same
Like the beginning?



Bicycle goes by,
I hear no sound.
Sheltered, protected
by the Heavy glass.
An enclosure?
An aquarium?
I'm just an Observer:
Devoid from all emotions.


I think I shall scan in this page and like, put it up. It's remotely aesthetically pleasing (oh my spelling!) and yeah. I need a break from academia. I've got the flu. The lovebug has caught me. I need a plumber for my heart nose.