Eyes dancing across glassy threads,
Bubbles floating around our heads.
I am scared, but you are near.
Whisper secrets in my ear.
Dancing plates and weeping cats
Fill the room in piles and stacks.
Knives chase after Little Boy Blue.
Giggles the dog is chasing the spoon.
Hold my hand, sweet darling cupcake,
And be with me now, don’t be late
Or else you will miss the finest show,
Of fiery genies dancing in snow.
You can’t see what I see nor do what I do
But these things I will tell you.
I will write them forever and a day,
If you hold me close and promise to stay.
A contest entry
- Write about almost anything you want. by TheDevilInYourHead.
430 points, ended August 23, 2007, 61 entries
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Very good
This was very well written. It was a bit odd but it was still very good. Well done.
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