a good night poem to all of you cause I felt like writing right now before bed
Kwyjibo
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you get a running start
and leap as high as you can
and fall right off the map
right here into my lap
and such a pretty surprise it will be
a somehow unsuited flush for me
a dream that never goes
the cute little wriggling of your toes
what a marvelous thought to have
from a simple hard working man
that thought of you and I again
that thought of trying hard again
so listen to the whisper that you hear
its not your conscience drawing you near
its a memory of three days we had
and a day that you came back and...
and..
you came back and...
you brought your new boyfriend with you
and leap as high as you can
and fall right off the map
right here into my lap
and such a pretty surprise it will be
a somehow unsuited flush for me
a dream that never goes
the cute little wriggling of your toes
what a marvelous thought to have
from a simple hard working man
that thought of you and I again
that thought of trying hard again
so listen to the whisper that you hear
its not your conscience drawing you near
its a memory of three days we had
and a day that you came back and...
and..
you came back and...
you brought your new boyfriend with you
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.
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.
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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but well written.
such a sharp ending to something that seemed to be going in a positive direction.
really grabs you at the end, makes your heart stop for a sec.
makes the reader go to the place... you were at.
thanks again pat.
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I think the faltering way you started that sentence worked really well.
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.