Relative Pitch:
The sound beacons in the bay chime at the interval of a Perfect Fifth.
Rogue Romantic
The repressed rants of a raging romantic: Poetry and other quixotic musings
Posts tagged san francisco:
I knew that I cared for you the moment I drove across the Market Street fog line in that rental car.
I left it enveloped in the smoke of my previous miseries- opportunities miscarried and abused.
How don’t I love you?
Where is my drive?
—I want to paint the city red with Love.
My heart is jackknifed across the I-5
Centennial Theme by One by Four Studio. Powered by Tumblr.
