Until. By themischievousannaMay 24, 2016 ( 6 ) Be grateful, For all that you got I was sure of that, Until I was not. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Art, Creative Writing, WritingTags: art, creative, fiction&poetry, History, people, philosophy, poetry, Politics, writing Related Articles Perpetually Flooding. By themischievousanna2 weeks ago Heirloom Weight. By themischievousanna4 weeks ago Malaise. By themischievousanna1 month ago 6 comments › jackcollier7 May 25, 2016 • 7:35 am I so like this little poem. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ themischievousanna May 25, 2016 • 6:59 pm I so like your comment! Thank you 🙂 LikeLike Reply ↓ mr sock monkey May 28, 2016 • 11:33 am when monkey read this small & true capsule of poem it plunge simple brain of monkey into deep reflectiveness. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ themischievousanna May 28, 2016 • 2:28 pm Deep reflectiveness is very 👌🏽. Thank you! LikeLike Reply ↓ GENERATION NOW June 6, 2016 • 4:04 am Nice pensive photo! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ themischievousanna June 6, 2016 • 5:04 pm Thank you! 😀 LikeLike Reply ↓ Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.