i think i'm getting worse at this...
of_the_girl
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be well
rest your head
softly upon
your pillow
and...............
perhaps you'll think
of me
and the stupid little things i do
when i'm sitting around
with nothing better to do
than be shy
twirling strands
of dark soft hair
'round each fingertip
or playing "footsy"
with myself
as i bite my lip
or maybe you'll think
of the pretty girls
that walk around
in their summer
skirts and
flippity flops
or maybe you'll fall so deeply asleep
and have an all night dream of
a tree
that's taller than you
that could swallow you
whole
with a glance
if it were human
but my stare
could also swallow you whole
but you wouldn't know
cause i can't
even look at you for
a second
without getting blinded
without getting overcome
without your light
swallowing me
first
rest your head
softly upon
your pillow
and...............
perhaps you'll think
of me
and the stupid little things i do
when i'm sitting around
with nothing better to do
than be shy
twirling strands
of dark soft hair
'round each fingertip
or playing "footsy"
with myself
as i bite my lip
or maybe you'll think
of the pretty girls
that walk around
in their summer
skirts and
flippity flops
or maybe you'll fall so deeply asleep
and have an all night dream of
a tree
that's taller than you
that could swallow you
whole
with a glance
if it were human
but my stare
could also swallow you whole
but you wouldn't know
cause i can't
even look at you for
a second
without getting blinded
without getting overcome
without your light
swallowing me
first
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato
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listening so close
from far away
memorizing what you told me
like a foreigner
on holiday smiling at confusion
filling in the cracks, before you sleep
dancing on the highway
the broken line that leads from you to me
i'll be at my station all night
with my jack and my flashlight
still here if you want me
look at what i can do
with empty time
lost love and words that haunt me
isn't this flat wrong
to sound so sublime
one strike In the mural
planting it to place
like someone's kiss
dead calm
on the tranquil
see between you and me
well that's all that is but
i'm here if you want me my love
dancing on the highway
your sun still in my sky
oh my oh my
"""
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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