I really don't know

chadwick

Earlier responses
led to nothing
everything ignored me
more than everyone

I had all the information relayed
to engineers
angels &
the Milky Way’s creamery

For all I know
her ice cream
her sexuality
and imagination
lasted on my groin
latched onto all my firmness
it all came true
as she flew

She flew so beautifully
like wind-leaves falling homeward
for days to go through them for happier sunshine
and song

Replying to super-beams
I always get lost in her daystar
hair all over gold-flows
or was it light

No matter I’m gone

DangDang

Excellente

mysticweed

the universe mixed with some naughty
fucking A
cw

rollings

.

Spunkie

I sometimes wonder if they know that I'm gone.

MeanMr.Mustard

very moving and very well written.