Suppose I can make w/the posting of something or other...but what... Well, I can't draw for shite. At least imo and all. Suppose I can post something I've written. So yarr, sounds good. Poetry ftw! ...and stuff.
Mileah
That odd smile you have.
Strange, but I love it, makes you an individual.
We sit around, smoking Marlboro lights, me bumming from you as always.
Looking at you, bringing a smoke up to your lips,
I can't help but notice how kissable they are.
No lipstick or gloss,
but that doesn't matter, you don't really need it.
And the rest of your face: smooth, olive skin,
deep brown eyes, and then back to those beautiful lip