roses are red and now dead. thanks a lot, winter.

Sometimes I really want to post my poetry on my blog, but I am, admittedly, worried about someone stealing my words. Fixed mediums? Copyrights? Prosecution? Over my head, Jack. So I will refrain. You can steal these words, though. And you can steal my secret poems if you know them. But as for foggy pearls, you shall never be poem friendly.