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I promise this poem won't be as tragic as the others. I won't sneak the spine out of your smile. I won't midnight sky pour shadows over your sun rays. let me wake that sun of yours. I promise not to place no sad stories in that space beneath your chest that I hijack so often. I promise not to coffin dig up my past dreams post marked maybe. But baby, this box cutter pen cradles hearts so well. Carves the dark so well. But I promise not take it out on account that you say sharp things make you nervous and I need you to know that i'm working on not hurting. And you say slim why don't you take a day off from this poetry thing? So here I am standing staff stance at the banks of a page's shore not trying to part tears only pouts. Only speaking to sprout smiles since I know how uncomfortable you get when I spit them sad poems. or them mad poems. So today I'll put away my soap opera tales and tattoo some red over my blues for you. and for a once i'll forget my worries and you remind me how well my smile reflects in your eyes.
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Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
A Poet's Day Off
I promise this poem won't be as tragic as the others. I won't sneak the spine out of your smile. I won't midnight sky pour shadows over your sun rays. let me wake that sun of yours. I promise not to place no sad stories in that space beneath your chest that I hijack so often. I promise not to coffin dig up my past dreams post marked maybe. But baby, this box cutter pen cradles hearts so well. Carves the dark so well. But I promise not take it out on account that you say sharp things make you nervous and I need you to know that i'm working on not hurting. And you say slim why don't you take a day off from this poetry thing? So here I am standing staff stance at the banks of a page's shore not trying to part tears only pouts. Only speaking to sprout smiles since I know how uncomfortable you get when I spit them sad poems. or them mad poems. So today I'll put away my soap opera tales and tattoo some red over my blues for you. and for a once i'll forget my worries and you remind me how well my smile reflects in your eyes.
Nicolette
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Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
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