there are a hundred frozen moments
of your tongue in my mouth
In captured inside me.
And I like to rise them up
and watch fly towards those ice blue eyes
catching mine
As your hand slides down my spine
grasping me, gently
memories of being pressed up against your car bonnet
And sliding my way through your arms
to kiss you on your trampoline
through laughter,
Drooling guys,
Under tables,
Silly dare games
The list piles up
And there’s no room for me to pin point exact ticking moments
Exactly where the kiss began
And who started it
An album of little things
You saying its okay…its not okay, Not okay at all.
Its fucking lovely
And I like how we are
Blurry fuzzy lines of connection
And as long as I accept
I can connect and let
My mind wonder in between us
As I pull your face closer to mine
And aim to freeze time
Just once more
Author notes
i know, not the best ive come up with, kinda ends a little dodgyly.
tell me what you think
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lots better xxxxxxxxxxxxx
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i like this, its all pacey and then slow, its nice i dont think you need the end stanza really, ending on the word more would be quite cool for all the connitations n that! also loving the tone, its very you, but not poetic you, like normal you....i like it, its different
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hehe, "normal" me, i did feel like just blurting and not poeticing
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ooo i think i agree with getting rid of the last stanza x
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...either that or I'm in a very "this" mood atm =] I still love it... more than chocolate
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oh my! more than chocolate is an awful lot! xxxxxxxxx
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it's fucking lovely
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uuuummm being kissed on car bonnets lalalaaaa xxxxx
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Fuck Me!
That's possibly the best poem I've ever read
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