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As very few people, even the closest ones to me, know, I write in my spare time; have for as long as I can remember. There is somewhere a little book of poems that I wrote when I was younger, where it is exactly I don't know; probably at my dads buried under several other not yet trash not yet storage papers. Anyways, my mom, along with my grandma have always supported and encouraged my writing, and so a pink little journal became one of my favorite presents one year. Throughout the year I wrote in it, and for mothers day last year, as broke as I was, I decided to simply collaborate all the poems in my journal into four tasteful printed pages for her as a gift. Luckily, she enjoys sentimental gifts. And so, as it was my mother's idea to begin this blogging thing, I thought I would share some of my poems and excerpts with the www world. I wont share them all at once. Why? Well I could say because something is sweeter when given little by little, but in reality, I just don't feel like typing them all. Plus it's notlike it really matters, no one is reading anyway; so basically I just had a full conversation with my damn self. Ha.

"pierce your gaze through my eyes, into my heart, in an upward glance, with a slight smirk upong your face, as I run toward you, soaking wet, from the heavy raindrops pouring from the sky, hair dripping as I stand in front of you, take my face into yourhands, understand the look of love I'm giving you, then kiss me with such passion our hearts almost connect and the rain drops stand still" [012708]

"and in the heat of the moment, everything else can separate, but our lips must stay locked, for they are the only thing that portray our true hearts desire" [031108]

anyways,
sex and the city movie again, for literally the 17th time.

itsmilana.