He kept his hands crossed in front of him
On the table where we were talking
Such an adult voice escaped out of his young and tainted body
A piece of hair falling between his sight
Kept me in my chair and totally despondent
And it felt much too right to be took so wrongly
So I regretted the taste on my tongue
As I shoved my hands into my pockets
Well I guess it’s just my luck
I’ll keep this breath in my lungs bottled up
Forever, always
And the morning stung,
Oh yes the morning stung
Where in it lies the cold departed sun
And every time you come,
I promise to tell no one
Real quick, and I will sigh against your long and dying ear
Whisper things I never knew I knew
Things between me and all the creatures I have feared
Monsters that dug up my insecurities
Caught under my clothes and hair
Amethyst eyes, oh don’t look at me so closely
Because my heart just might remove itself from its pedestal
Oh, and it just might cry for all it’s ‘Lonely’
But everything is perfectly fine
Mostly
And the morning stung,
Oh yes the morning stung
But I guess I missed it all along
All through those night’s we talked
And the one when you will come
No, no I won’t tell any one
My spine shivered in the wind
Autumn is coming early again
And I’m so sure you sensed it,
So sure the way you laughed was proof your heart was dented
And God, excuse me for all my flaws
I’ve been trying to rid of them all along…
But they’re so stuck against my skin
Up inside this hollow frame
And I know that it’s been so long
But it’s just a miracle that you even came
There goes the sound of the guns
The cut-out of your iron eyes
That smoldered in the sun,
And still had the nerve
To keep me up at night
Oh and I know the morning stung,
It must have really stung you bad
Did you walk home or did you run?
Saw the sad tracks of your restless warmth
Well the morning, yeah it stung
Stung so bright, our sight was oh so numb
But don’t worry, I swear, no, oh no
No one, I would never tell anyone…
Author notes
Hahaha AND HEY IM NOT MAKING THIS CRAP UP, the funniest part is ALL THIS REALLY HAPPENS TO ME. gaaaaaah. im like one of those ping pong paddles.
WACK, WACK, WACK, WOOSH, WACK. wooshhhhh. (that was the missing part) So embaressing...especially if it hits you in the face. (BEEN THERE DONE THAT MATEY!)
-CHOW, dum.
ps. It sounded lyric-ish in my brainy, so um. Yeah. make of it what you will.
GOOD MORNIN!
Comments
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really Outstanding
Your talent is TERRIFIC.
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I'm completely stunned as always... Dear lorrrrrd. Go publish a book!!
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yo!
GRACIAS. YES, dear LORD IS RIGHT. praise CHEESUSSS HAHAHA. i will go do just that, publish a book i mean. I just need a publishing company, some time, hm...And probably a really big printer i would imagine. OH i love those. I love the copy thingies too, i always wanted to do the classic butt copying thing. Pure genius. I TELL YOU. puuure. purrr.
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This is another very impressive bit of writing. I absolutely love your style, the free way you express yourself, take chances, paint pictures with words, and tell stories that scream from every line (and from the spaces in between the lines too, if you get my meaning). Very mature and well realized poetry; you are very gifted for one so young, and I hope you keep on writing.
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