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: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest 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.