you bought a bag of clothes, a whistle, slightly out of key, telling me to start undressing, before the half-seeing mirror, the angel on the bureau, that wasn't there last time, you came, a whimpering animal, red-eyed and bruised, like a stranger, i tried to sleep, i didn't let you in, brothels are not inns, you came to me, because you believe, in something, that only strangers know, between them i'll give you the floor, just for tonight just for you, i won't move into a new city time to change the lock and key throw away the potted plant you watered, we've become more than real
Ha! This is funny...in a teasing, clever sort of way...I'm liking your work.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
hi fabian - thank you, you find the poem, clever, thank you for visiting and for the comment
.. read morehi fabian - thank you, you find the poem, clever, thank you for visiting and for the comment
When it is time to end something that doesn't worth it, it's time to change. Yet people cannot easily change because it is not easy to be real for those people who care more to see other's smile than their own from the mirror.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
thank you, ate dhaye, for the wonderful review and visit :)
i really like this...loved you once...but now i am not a one night stand...and i can't be with you again...so just sleep on the floor, i will do that much, but that is it...
the real here to me...feels like a bad kind of real..the understanding that the relationship is over.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
thank you jacob for the wonderful visit and comment
NOTE: Formerly my pen-name on this site is letterhead, but since i also have an account on DeviantArt, with a different pen-name, which is highonwords (stephanie) - i am going to use highonwords here .. more..