I am but Amber,
Rub against me, and will you not spark?
I attract splinters and feathers, wood and white.
The sting and the tickle excite me.
I will preserve you, keep you solid within me.
what goes in must come out!!
You've survived what you thought would destroy you. Now...get the fuck up, dust yourself off, and keep pushing forward...
What I've always wanted
A site for poetry and other stuff
Not a dealer - downsizing and have some spare antiques