they still make me smile,
love, even though i dont;
you dont. maybe
its because i've,
forgotten all the
hurt. or maybe
its because i've,
forgiven what was
base. or maybe
its because i'm.
just downright stupid.
but you know better
than most
don't you,
that none of those three
are true.
that it is because,
during all the hurt,
you just stopped
being you.
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14 smoke wisps:
the reasons
they don't matter
and i could try
but its futile
'cause i don't demean myself
by being a victim
by giving you the benefit
of all my doubts
while you type
your metaphors
that i'm scared to decipher
so,
the reasons
they never matter,
choices do
choices do.
*sigh
Did I mention I love the pic with the post?
Sigh.
confusingly creepy and haunting picture. words, as always, got that element that makes me wish I could memorize them.
tris: did i mention you need to locked up, with only videos of panthers, pandas and 47shooters around you? preferably for a year.
capisce?
hippie-girl: why thank you. there has always been this unwillingness in my words to stick around my head. they come right out and onto paper. i cannot, for the life of me, quote myself.
I love whatever u write!
another post...that captured me in its read
pulkit: thank you. always, always nice to hear that!
:)
brilliant. brilliant. brilliant. hurt and pain never put down so brilliantly.
spy girl: thank you :)
nice to have you back
you've been away long!
How you read my Sighs! You feel I should keep that 47 shooter pic as my desktop background? :P
yes! make it a tattoo if you can!
sheesh
;)
I loved the last couple of lines in the first stanza. Very well composed. :)
thanks girl, why arent YOU writing? im tired of asking people the same question.
the similar visual structure. yes, it is a pain.
but the effect, worth it. very nice.
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