...in my boxers...
|"All and all
we never go back
Not after the first touch
Never after the last"
Regret does nothing, as you and I have talked about. See the past for what it is, and work on the present, while preparing for the future. Sorry, ramble. After that first touch.... it's terribly difficult to stop. And after the last... why not have some more? Is there truely a last then?
"I'm just a little girl"
Don't we all at times wish we could go back to being young? For some, an age of innocence; for others, an age of simplicity. For others... simply less experiences. How many of us had much forced on us so sooner then seems right?
My memina, a good write. Much enjoyed.
"Tesous Christos, Theou Uios, Soter"
[This message has been edited by PoetryIsLife (04-09-2002 02:25 AM).]