Tired
I’m so tired of amore
I don’t want to talk about it
Don't want to hear that word no more
Plummets and ingests leaving
them ashes all over my linoleum
Won't mention it but once in
another language
But don’t you say it to me for sho
Them four letter words may
As well be cussing at me
Cursed them on several occasions before
Accurately past the number four
Have me gritting my teeth
Knowing fully what’s in store
Don’t talk about it to me
Or I may have to escort you out doors
I ain’t tryin to be rude
It’s not my given style
It’s my preference to be courteous
Greet the world all smiles
But chile it brings me to a consistent boil
Takes me outside myself where I toil
So I don’t mention it around here
It’s upon my top shelf
It might break if I have to take
down what is left
Don’t be looking at me that way
With that scold and frowning cause
It ain’t no foreign suggestion
It ain’t nothing new
Tell me it ain’t happen
It ain’t happened to you
Like you always welcome it
Always comes easy when it insist it’s
travels in peace
I ain’t gone hear it
Don’t run that sugah down to me
It has worn me
I’m dreary
Left without spirit
Spirited my nature away
Turned my dial a serious blue
Refrain from them words
and I’ll stay away
I’ll stay away from them
Them heart jackin
letters too
Author notes
Tired of love
A contest entry
- Graceful Tongues by rendezvous.
1500 points, ended July 19, 2008, 12 entries
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Comments
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Haven't enjoyed such boldly stylistic writing in a while. Particularly, the seamless transitioning between your hellbent and directly eloquent articulations is what steals me most. All very intriguing.
Thanks for this entry.
jen
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Read this once before. Read it twice now. Can't believe I didn't comment. How are you feeling now?
Dez
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Shame on the man that thinks the line is more important than content or import. Too many believe that you feed the kitty the ante of make believe to get the goodies you need. If you are a good man you say thank you before you leave. Pulease. It takes a special sort of human being to realize that what you say is who you are and if your words no good then so are you.
Now i am not your average joe, so don't come around with lips coated in honey with your eyes on my money 'cause I don't buy what you sell and it takes more than a magic spell to get me to shell out my trust for a littel taste of your hush hush. If you would spin with me then we have to agree to set each other free and show we can both be believed. Then from there build something of which we can be proud, then, not now, but then, we can decide what we want to share 'cause we don't got to deal with lies.
Good job my friend, as usual you fired up my muse and she dropped the words into my pen to do a littl quick freewheelin'.
Love, Tom B.
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Well if...
I'm stirring your muse it's making me feel all warm and fuzzy Tom. That is a privilege. Thank
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