your words are laced through
t
r
an
s
par
e
n
t
happiness
muted with the
fears of yesterday
&&
hopes of tomorrow
wishing for those homely smells
of ov
er-
wor
n
clothes
baking bread
&&
forgotten smiles
you just want to
h g
u
him
&&
con
f
es
s
it all.
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Ehh. I don't know.
Please tell me what you think
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Creative...
A creative writing professor in college, a hundred years ago, upon reading some of my things said: "Everything you see is 'grist for the mill', is it not.
Yes...it was...and is.
Your smells of overworn clothes and home baked bread, woven into the fabric of a deeper sort, reminded me of that long ago professor and one of the few 'A's, I ever earned in college.
I took a sculpture class because I wanted to learn how Audrey Hepburn's neck line would feel in clay, it earned me an 'F', as the class assignment was, 'textures' such as a concrete wall. I took the 'F' with grace in my one and only sculpture course.
Great talent you have...and a tortuous path ahead for you, I suspect, in all things...hope you are strong.
amicus...
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Awe so sad;; I love it. Also love the title too
"you just want to hug him && confess it all"
^^Exactly.
You've written this out perfectly. Great job♥
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Gladyarr liked it sweets.
Noise&&Kisses
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"you just want to hug him && confess it all"
loved that.
[i can relate]
i love you sweetums. -
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i lololove you too sweets.
Noise&&Kisses
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Aw, the ending I can relate to. I do what to hug someone and confess everything. I haven't seen this written out before so I'm glad you came up with it for me to read and go "yeah, that's truth for me".
Great piece ... shitty comment, sorry
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Shitty comments are what I do best, sweets. No offence taken.
Noise&&Kisses
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