Wednesday, June 10, 2009


A little ditty I wrote when waiting for a reply from Davey on MSN (to waste time)

My man of bricks and logic
Built for building
A mind that seeks to know and understand
A wanderlust that must be satiated
Solid, a house in the wind, he is
Never once complaining of the strife or the cold
Not asking to be held, but instead offering to hold
I am in awe of my shelter
Of his form and perfect function
I add to it with my pretty, frivolous nature
My demand that things must have form and beauty to them
This house, I decorate, I adorn the walls and the windows
I aspire for aesthetic
I want to build my house a home
A place for him to escape from the cold

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