A Panther Hiding Behind Lips
Closer together, you offer me a kiss.
My lips are locked, but
What you're doing to me
would be the key.

It's what I always sought
But your lips are the lids
on Pandora's box.
And we're only kids.

Dressed in innocence we cover up our hearts desires. We
Package and sell them with sugar coating and pretty bows.
Can I just admire your rows of bows?
Can I just brush your margarita's edges?

Because God knows I don't want
to open that box and die
to a clever panther who lies
on it's own primal desire.

Panther love me purely,
As I would do for you.

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I re-read my paper journal and I found some notable poems.

I'm so glad I wrote these journals. It's amazing to go back and read them months later and then several months later, and then years later. It's amazing to see how messed up things eventually come together. I wrote this particular poem sometime in February, about this girl I know.

In other news, The Picture of Perfection has been published! Okay it's not a big deal, because it's in Syzgy, our school's "literary magazine" that almost nobody reads or cares about. But I care about what other people have written in Syzgy, so that's enough for me to buy it. It's kind of like the aspiring guitarist going to local shows to see what the other aspiring guitarists are doing. Sure, they both suck at guitar compared to Jimmi Hendrix, but you have to start somwhere, and it's cool to see what people just like you, with the same passions are doing.