I want to grow up to be an old man.
It would be so much more interesting.
the giant tortoise
This is the blog of Charisa, Pianist, Poet, Actress. Herein my poetry, tempests, exultations, tears and laughter are recorded upon glorious inspiration.
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About Me
- Name: A Vibrant Petal
- Location: United States
She is red, vibrant, Pulsing to be seen, To be held and caressed. She is a petal releasing fragrance - Deep, scarlet scent; Will he notice? Will he be pleased? Oh agony! He breathes the air straight from her lungs. She is wilting - yet wills him deeper still, to uphold her crumbling strength. He is a god! A golden god. Her soul is bruised with his beauty.
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2 Comments:
I agree. I love old men and it's sad to think I'll never be one sometimes! They're much more interesting than old women I think.
I've decided that as an alternative to being an old man, I'll be the sort of grand old lady who pauses in the doorway just long enough for everyone to look up at her, and then says "Hello everybody" so graciously, and makes the crowd feel incredibly humble, and fortunate that she acknowledged their existance.
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