red circled club

she catagorized her smiles, to a tune written by her tears. a charismatic glow seeped from her hands, there was so much love in that summer, at 7:00, what happened to her nostagia enducing words? promoting herself, by the electrical box, the little boys on their aluminum childhood. i can't belive in all her splendor, with one good night glance, hazed my eyes for tomorrow.not much to say....its my emotions....this one was a hard on e to write for some reason. Written February 18th, 2002 © on Feb 18 2002 06:39 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1