I traced the stars on your hipbones,
kissed each one,
and asked if there was a story behind them.
You replied as if you've been asked a million and one times,
"I've wanted them since I was a kid,
sitting in the tattoo shop with my dad
as he was getting tattooed and this woman walked in,
around 20 or so and she had them,
for some reason they just grabbed me.
And ever since then I suppose I just related any desire for a tattoo,
to that"
You sighed and broke away from me,
tracing them yourself and remembering
what it was like to feel real, to have a desire,
to breathe, to aspire,
remembering the feeling of one simple
moment in time lasting forever
and ever.
I guess when your old you'll always breathe
a breath of fresh air
when you trace your fingertips
along your hips,
and remember
what it's like to do more than merely exist.
Author notes
count me in.
actual picture of my stars. everyone always traces them, and everyone always asks why...
count me out.
A contest entry
- Wisdom Teeth Blues: Indulge me, Please? by broken-colours.
500 points, ended January 22, 16 entries
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so lyrical!
little half-rhymes and in-between-line rhymes.
gorgeous.
and now /i/ want stars. but that'd be some kind of plagiarism, wouldn't it? -
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thank youuu. and i dont think it would be i suppose mine arent that unique especially since i got the idea off of someone else anyways
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I guess, when your old you'll always breathe
>>> I guess when you're old, you'll always breathe?
and i liked this better... you know usually judges like left alignment. you should try it... just a thought.
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thanks
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For someone who admits to mostly writing when upset, your words hold a lot of passion and hope.
"I guess, when your old you'll always breathe
a breath of fresh air...and remember
what it's like to do more than merely exist"
these are my fave lines....beautiful! the title is perfect too! great job
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