methinks wethinks too much dear sirA Poem by amiri
paint your kiss in espresso drips, i'll meet you in between your 'always cold' and my (stage direction: breathe) near constant radiation our fingertips the seams
to lap up the whipped cream i show off my habitual addictions my hands are made for such as these
or holding place about your waist (illustrate) but striking strings and writing whims(-ical) journeys amidst the staves
'what am I feeling?' ask's oneself 'put that in wondrous words' (woeful exhale) 'it never happens' I reply both sides have their flaws my diction falls too short to show and I feel nothing at all what words but void, anaesthetised describe my faculties' withdraw'l?
believe in this? me? (of course) i think maybe i'm scared i have this problem (everything) with looking out ahead i'd love to fall in (insert cliche) with a winter setting scene but surely all falls lead to landing hard at incredulous speeds I'm trying my best, you understand our pace suppressed my needs.
6 cups later i'm getting cold the air con's in my face my pest friend Jack is fidgeting “let's vacate this corporate disgrace!” I think it wrong to give this write a satisfactory perfect cadence so off we away into the night...
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Added on December 3, 2009AuthoramiriUnited KingdomAboutTimes are looking grim these days holding on to everything it's hard to draw the line and I'm hiding in this empty space tortured by my memories of what I left behind more..Writing
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