Love poem no.1
April 15th, 2009 by Neema | 5 Comments
Leaving is not an option because of you, because of me. Your face belongs to me, when you shave it wrong I wince as you itch. Your belly I accept as I do your cavities, and I promise to nag about the virtues of seatbelts. Leaving is not an option because I got your tire [...]