Burning your image into my eyes,
you tap your feet
like the quite kid on a school bus.
Building up my resumé as your lover.
I start to bob my head,
slow as a ghost rode tree swing.
My nose grows heavy and magnetic,
pulling me to your eyes.
They look upward and pluck out my tongue.
leaving me speechless.
As i trip over the words to say,
you stare on threw my bangs.
I allow the words to rest in my chest.
They will stay there.
Author notes
just happens every time.
have you ever been?
Comments
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I like this. Its pretty deep but to the point. good stuff.
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I shall pray for you.
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A lovely piece, enjoyable and light!
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I love it. Very cool ending.
As i trip over the words to say,
you stare on threw my bangs.
I allow the words to rest in my chest.
They will stay there
great job.
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