Eugene, OR For months, I was (subconsciously) looking for the incentive to write-- I skimmed through old poems and stories I'd written, trying to identify with that part of myself once again. I was sad, because I missed the creativity and enthusiasm I had during tho 11 followers / 539 words
Please, describe every detail of your body That I may imagine your outline And how I would trace it So tenderly, so softly We would fit nicely together, Don't you think?
You wouldn't know how I feel When I scroll through old pictures Or when I listen to a song That I heard a long while ago You couldn't understand Because I don't don't even understand These feelings myself
I am a flower Here to bloom for only A short while And you, to bloom By my side But how naive of me! I'd forgotten To remember How flowers will always Wither away
Tall, dark, handsome Kind, polite Intelligent, thoughtful You smile for pictures with them You treat them with respect Compliment their beauty, Open their car doors But it hurts When you won't do A single one of these things For me