Wherever She May Roam


She carries with her:

Her cute li’l butt.

Cranberry juice. At all times.

An attitude a mile long.

Jazz.

Violette Funk Zimitri.

Pretend alcohol. And that’s about as good as it gets.

A high mind.

Extreme thoughts.

Pictures of you.

x EdgyShark x

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Posted on February 1, 2010, in Existence and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. wow… for a second wen i saw the title reminded me of whereever i may roam by metallica…
    it was wen i read tht i realised this has nothing to do with them..
    nice poem there..albeit it sounded a tad abstract to me

  2. i’m not sure of what tomorrow has in store,

    maybe a bagfull of laughter, sorrows or just some broken pieces of me…

    but no matter where life may take you,

    you’ll always know how a perfect love sould be,

    because you know you felt it…

    those thoughts, looks & unspoken words..

    those quiet moments that would make you feel free.

    i’m null when i think of the world you live in today

    but deep inside i know you are…… me.

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