*cues sinister music*
When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an attic, Gatherings of days too few. Baubles of stolen kisses. Trinkets of borrowed loves. Trunks of secret words, I cry. -Maya Angelou I'm posting poems in some of my favorite members' usernotes, and this one reminded me of you and baby for some reason
Sweet Jesus. My fly is open?! =-o
Bammiesabe. I'm so damn clever.
