i can't

KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
edited March 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
my timing was off
when I tried to break through
I told you pretty things,
and I told you they were true

I told you that this pen
couldn't ever write down words
that would ever do you justice
that could ever find an end

but you can't even look at me
you won't even look at me
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.
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Comments

  • ExodusExodus Posts: 212
    i enjoyed it a lot.

    kind of an open to interpretation deal.
    Between the conception and the creation

    Between the emotion and the response

    Falls the shadow.
  • FelicityFelicity Posts: 339
    there are some days
    that i wish i could
    search every pair of eyes
    and some days i look down
    to watch my feet
    step one in front of the other
    who or what am i looking for?
    if i could ever behold
    the depth of you
    my life would be complete
    but you sit on the brink
    watching me
    waiting for the time
    to sweep into my world
    and finally tell me
    everything you ever felt
    about anything
    and my ears can hear you
    the soft pleas and hard lines
    in a way no one else can
    i will recogize you
    by the feel of your skin
    and the warmth of your lips
    nothing less
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