KristoffersonA Poem by ~amanda~a poem about love and musicI used to read Sylvia Plath to you, And Charles Bukowski, and Langston Hughes, The greats loomed in our heads while we slept. I used to hold your hand, And it was always cold, It gave me goose bumps. I played you Kris Kristofferson, And you just played me, With the skill of someone who had done this, So many times before. I wanted to tell you all the things, That Kris, and Sylvia said so effortlessly. I wanted to stop the music, Stop the poetry, And scream at you to feel like that for me. I never quite summoned up the courage. I never managed to inspire, That same poetry from you. I still remember the day, You gave me back my scratched up Kristofferson cd. I’m glad you gave it back, You never understood my taste in music anyway. © 2008 ~amanda~Featured Review
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Added on September 3, 2008Author~amanda~Hollywood, CAAbouti hate filling these things in... i end up deleting everything i write and then trying for a ridiculously long amount of time to compensate for it... my name is amanda. i am a capricorn. i .. more..Writing
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