the dance of the ink riddled fingers

confident momentum

Posted in pin the tail on the love, the poet-tree by enisea on 11/12/2011

Now that I’m a lot less uncertain and a lot more secure about him/me/us, this is how I feel:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I’m beginning to forget
What life was like before there was you.

You don’t have to tell me how pathetic/lame/stupid this poem is.  But it seems like life is now on a whole new level and suddenly having a partner in crime makes the idea of doing life solo seem much more tame… Because doing it with somebody else is exhilarating and much more amusing than just dusting one’s own hands off and thinking “I did that”.  There’s a beautiful unity in being able to say…

“We did this.”


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  1. saNdra said, on 12/12/2011 at 9:51 PM

    ahh so happy for ya! cheers to the “we” going on in ya life =]

    take care!

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