Feedin' my gluttonous heart with these:
All my friends lined up in a row; but even then such sadness would grow.
Ignorance, no chatter, some bless this absence, but its not something that
I would honestly wish. To wish for a friend whose honest and true, a friend
who maybe looks like you - but lets not talk of strange or silly things -
One can't find friendship from a self-involved kid.
Keepin' the lights on these:
The slumber shaken from my eyes from friendship given in timid supplies.
A one note nectar you sometimes give, or if perhaps feeling indulgent
while lonely you'll leave - a supply of stories - colorful, painful and sour;
it's a gift for me whose life is quite dour.
My fireflies you all are, surprising me with your charity.
The greatest treasures I wish to hold, but never think of it sexually.
I'm no longer active but
I will probs try to log on once
I miss all the people I use to talk to, but not this site and how it would keep me indoors!