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Uncomfortably Numb

wayofthedrunkenpenwayofthedrunkenpen Posts: 27
edited July 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Wrote this today to cheer me up. It's just a bit of fun for a depressing monday. Can't wait for the weekend.


I drink upon the sour
As she sips upon the sweet
I find it hard to stand
While she twirls up on her feet.
I light another cigarette
She lights up the dancefloor.
My eyes are red and bleary
Her eyes? To be adored.
I try to stand up straighter
As she walks back to the bar.
Should I offer her a drink
Is that going way too far
I lose myself in wonder
As she orders next to me
I try to form a sentence
But she makes it hard to breathe
Why would I be of interest
To a beauty such as she
Best to let her pass me by
Best to let her leave.
As she walks away across the room
And back towards her friends
She turns,eyes staring straight at mine
Her smile that never ends.
She glides back over once again
My chances all been blown.
She leans and whispers gently
Babe, it's time to take you home.
Up here in my tree
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Comments

  • ISNISN Posts: 1,700
    wittily wittily......:D
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • wayofthedrunkenpenwayofthedrunkenpen Posts: 27
    Just wish I could say that it was all true. Oh well, friday's not too far away.
    Up here in my tree
  • ISNISN Posts: 1,700
    you're worse off than me....which doesn't seem very right
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • wayofthedrunkenpenwayofthedrunkenpen Posts: 27
    Think I just enjoy my drink a bit too much ;-)
    Up here in my tree
  • anOmisanOmis Posts: 223
    Originally posted by wayofthedrunkenpen
    Wrote this today to cheer me up. It's just a bit of fun for a depressing monday. Can't wait for the weekend.


    I drink upon the sour
    As she sips upon the sweet
    I find it hard to stand
    While she twirls up on her feet.
    I light another cigarette
    She lights up the dancefloor.
    My eyes are red and bleary
    Her eyes? To be adored.
    I try to stand up straighter
    As she walks back to the bar.
    Should I offer her a drink
    Is that going way too far
    I lose myself in wonder
    As she orders next to me
    I try to form a sentence
    But she makes it hard to breathe
    Why would I be of interest
    To a beauty such as she
    Best to let her pass me by
    Best to let her leave.
    As she walks away across the room
    And back towards her friends
    She turns,eyes staring straight at mine
    Her smile that never ends.
    She glides back over once again
    My chances all been blown.
    She leans and whispers gently
    Babe, it's time to take you home.

    nice poem
    smooth and easy going
    like it
    *cheers mate*
    ~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~

    ~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~

    F.ZAPPA
  • FancyFacadeFancyFacade Posts: 330
    good job
  • even flow?even flow? Posts: 8,066
    :)
    You've changed your place in this world!
  • wayofthedrunkenpenwayofthedrunkenpen Posts: 27
    Cheers for the comments everyone. Well monday's almost over only twenty minutes to go. Wey Hey. One day closer to the weekend. Will try and pluck up courage to post the poem I was going to put here in this one's place. Take it easy.
    Up here in my tree
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    I like this. Thanks. :)
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