Wearing a stain one less
fluxing,
signing in unison
under sheets of observance
in poorly dreamt nights.
The kettle song, just listen
Mama’s words let smitten;
Till see(it)through.
But conditional vows as such
you may sneeze endearingly
and watch ‘em
like lilting fear get
tinted with the sketchiness.
12 comments:
tinted indeed.
Also, i found "hello i lied" very interesting! thanks for your thoughts, i agree with you. sometimes we know better.
I wish i understood this. I think i'd have liked it. liked it.
Ignore the second 'liked it'. :/ Dont know where that came from.
Maybe towards ending your comment you suddenly understood this? yes? no?
Sadly, no.
I'll make you understand... with a whip :p
... :s
Went through your blog. Found a poem i liked.
Its called 'Beneath the starry sky'.
Yeah? I found that one quite cheesy now.
Hmm. I wonder what it is between me and poetry. We don't get along.
Lists, on the other hand, are my thing.
Lists, on the other hand, are my thing.
Well. I don't like you at all you see.
Beautiful. But why is this page abandoned?
Just posting from phone is such a thumb wreckage.
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