poems oh well August 8, 2013by heather anne All those things I’d love to do with you. If only, if only you knew. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Tell him! You might never again get that chance. But don’t oh well. You’ll never get a second chance. Reply
This is delicious. I love the fact that it’s so concise, and yet so… vague. It sums up so well the single driving desire to do… oh, everything! Reply
Some call it red 
Tell him! You might never again get that chance. But don’t oh well. You’ll never get a second chance.
This was so on time! Love It.
Sizzle! Smoke! Wow!
Oh well, indeed. Love this haiku.
Good work Red.
The Spirit longs for affection.
Pray tell, in poesy.
This is delicious. I love the fact that it’s so concise, and yet so… vague. It sums up so well the single driving desire to do… oh, everything!
sometimes they do know – but they choose to ignore.