Feeling: deficient
as my eardrums yielded to my body's pressure
i would whisper thickly to you but
what would carry my words to you--
expolding in your own right?
our eyes would swirl off together:
a tiny quartet of mutual revolution
our shirts, torn to pieces by the bloom
of ribcages, would create magnificant
venues of billowing cotton and polyester
our muscles would unfurl: a red carpet
for two unlucky hearts to make their debut
they would go
careening toward each other
would collide and spawn
an asteroid, a sad love story
and my whisper would hang in the cosmos:
the stars are beautiful tonight
Hey, I'm loving the poem/song thing and the Neil Gaiman header. Excellent taste, my friend. -Becky
w e e eeee i clicked random and yours came up :)
Heyyy I foundeded that in your Cicada book. That poem fucking rocks. I love it. Bruhahahahaha I don't know. I loooooooooove you. Toodles.
All my love,
William
hey
thx for the comment. how ya doing? aint daisy the best, awww i love her LOL.
how ya been, wot ya been up to?
take care
Daisy
XoX
oopz, sorry bout that one. but m Em killed herself. so its a kinda different situation. and yeah. but oh.. lol...oopz
that last one was me, im just a dumbass.
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