Dec. 29, 08
You ate me away,
Took me first by my lips and then breathed very deeply.
Taking what was mine to yours, kind of like beautiful words.
I believed in beautiful words, just like you believed in chaos.
I took the flower to my cheek and let it pet myself to sleep.
You took each petal and ripped it off saying perverse things.
This is unreal,
How could I look at you, and why did you never look at me?
These years made differences in our fashions of each other.
I was your shadow, trekking two steps behind your hands.
I still reach like I think I want to feel vanity, though I don't.
You somehow are everything I want to be and what I hate.
I Believe in Beautiful Words
About Me
- Color Changed
- "I write like people doodle and sing in the shower. All the time, anything, yet always seemingly less than adequate." -Me. Blogs are here for me to put random thoughts And for random people to read? That seems idiotic and futile. What do I gain from my out-put? Surely you gain nothing from this in-put If I keep rambling on and on, will you keep reading? That seems foolish. Why are you wasting time? And why am I? . (Not all poetry may be listed in the right order or writing, follow the dates at the beginning of each writing. Inconvenience I know- Oh well-)
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