Problems with this include the fact that unless you're utterly fascinated by the precise difference between a dactyl and an iamb I really have little to say.
So, what to do? Here's a poem from the archive:
Lia
You. My
friend. My madcap keeper
I am a
little in love.
Not like
that- not with you.
But with
your toxic, bright-black
zest for
life
You. Snap
crackle.
Sour apple
vodka shot
making
anything possible at 1 am.
Little
goddess; blowjob queen
Morrigan
with a golden heart
Thanks for
making me laugh, cry, smile
Thanks for
your babydoll eyes rimmed in kohl.
For bitching
with me by the Seine,
For buying
scarves in old Lijiang
For being
the type of girl
who screams
“Free Tibet” from the Great Wall
