He came to me on a Winter's Night
His scent like a fresh Spring clover.
He stayed with me through the Summer Days
But he was gone when Autumn was over.
~
By Lia
~
I live on coffee though, so tea gets second place only.
Sorry, British people.
Though I do love a good cup of tea every once in a while.
Another day has passed.
And I am probably gonna go through a mental breakdown soon.
So. Much. God. Damned. Work...
By the way, I hope the poem's alright.
I don't get much time to write or draw anything these days, so yeah...
A tiny update...erm, I'll do the gushing over Celia soon...probably tomorrow.
500 words on the post, and I'll try to make it as eloquent as possible...
On the other hand, if it's gushing, can it even be eloquent?
who knows. Meh.
DM sucks. Sucks like shit and it can't get any worse than today.
Gahhh...
Signing off with another headache.
