this isnt my thing
it never has been
something has to be said
so to the paper im led...
did you know, i miss you?
did you think about that...
when you left to be different
right here's where i sat
i didnt cry, or complain
i said, that hasnt been my thing
but when i heard that song
i could hear you sing
my heart dropped, it skipped
my mind spun, it ripped
thoughts here, thoughts there
my feet, they just slipped
you almost had me
you almost did..
you almost fooled me
like some little kid
it doesnt surprise me
im use to it
people get up and leave
just leave me to sit
were you to good?
were you to cool?
if that's the case
go back to sunday school
i know who i am
i know who i'll be
i may not have you
but my god, will never leave me
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Alliteration Accessed Amazingly
poem patters passing time
latte' lifts, leading the mind
music magic making it flow
i've nothing to do,
i've nowhere to go.
reading rescues, rescue me
tap tap tap, tempting me
Sweeney songs swaying through
how was that,
will that do?
crunchy cashews, creating a beat
quite questions ,quest the air
water wetting wishful lips
my back hurts,
but not my hips.
born beautifully bashful, i was
not needing numbers, needing words
existential experiments exist through me
im ready to become,
what i was meant to be.
latte' lifts, leading the mind
music magic making it flow
i've nothing to do,
i've nowhere to go.
reading rescues, rescue me
tap tap tap, tempting me
Sweeney songs swaying through
how was that,
will that do?
crunchy cashews, creating a beat
quite questions ,quest the air
water wetting wishful lips
my back hurts,
but not my hips.
born beautifully bashful, i was
not needing numbers, needing words
existential experiments exist through me
im ready to become,
what i was meant to be.
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