
11-29-2009, 11:21 PM
Maybe Next Time
He's approaching,
and the peanut butter
from my sandwich
decides to quite stubbornly
stick to the roof of my mouth.
He's approaching,
and i tug at my clothes
self conscious.
He's approaching,
a shadow casts over
a previously sunny day.
two seconds,
two seconds more.
He's turning,
walking away.
he won't look over his shoulder,
not at me.
It's over.
I Ate My Words
I ate my words,
and now they're gone.
I ate my words,
and out came song.
And through my lips
[cherry-stained and shades of rose]
came music.
And off my tongue
[bitten back and tasting sharp]
came sound.
And out my throat
[sore and bitter hoarse]
came notes.
And from my soul
[innocent and overburdened]
came my words.
I ate my words,
and out came song.
(any constructive cristicism you have to offer would be great, but please try not to be too mean about it... opinions would be awesome too! thanks!)
Last edited by ShayleeFaerie11; 12-02-2009 at 01:25 AM..
Reason: Phrasing.
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