There's nothing left to say
The dialogue was all my own
You never told me what you felt
And my wild protestations of undying love
Don't survive in the cold light of day
©cih07, 28.09.07
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.
Unkindest Cut of All
I thought having short hair would be easy
I thought having short hair would be quick to work on
But now, surrounded by serums and glosses and waxes
And I wish I could stick my ponytail back on
©cih07, 09.09.07
I thought having short hair would be quick to work on
But now, surrounded by serums and glosses and waxes
And I wish I could stick my ponytail back on
©cih07, 09.09.07
Wordsmith
I gave you words
- you looked at their shapes and their colours
I gave you words
- you looked at their lines on the page
I gave you words
but you didn't read them at all
©cih07, 07.09.07, 15:51
- you looked at their shapes and their colours
I gave you words
- you looked at their lines on the page
I gave you words
but you didn't read them at all
©cih07, 07.09.07, 15:51
Disillusionment
I think I understand you more now
You found me attractive
until I opened my mouth
©cih07, 07.09.07
You found me attractive
until I opened my mouth
©cih07, 07.09.07
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)