my thoughts are lace
delicately i weave them
with a warm embrace
they greet me everyday
sometimes i would prefer not to
but they never listen anyway
they're always there
often a little too much
like lettuce in my chicken sandwich
or a buffet right after brunch
and sometimes they scare me
like the monsters under my bed
no matter how much i tell them
they won't leave my head.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
my thoughts are lace
delicately i weave them
with a warm embrace
they greet me everyday
sometimes i would prefer not to
but they never listen anyway
they're always there
often a little too much
like lettuce in my chicken sandwich
or a buffet right after brunch
and sometimes they scare me
like the monsters under my bed
no matter how much i tell them
they won't leave my head.
Second poem, but first long one.
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