{(an explanation is included)}
i traced the lines exactly on the mark
my new best friend
they made the same scrape
against my bone and skin
i had always hoped for
their slight, nagging presence
keeps me in this moment
i waited slight moments
for their appearance
i am a child waiting
for the Polaroid's image
make yourself known
i fan the air with you
the time filling me with excited anticipation
red lines filling in a blank blueprint
words escape me
this is all i have always wanted.
for every time i had something to say,
but there were no words.
for every time i had something to say,
but i didn't want to talk to you.
for every time i felt wronged.
i traced the lines exactly on the mark
my new best friend
they made the same scrape
against my bone and skin
i had always hoped for
their slight, nagging presence
keeps me in this moment
i waited slight moments
for their appearance
i am a child waiting
for the Polaroid's image
make yourself known
i fan the air with you
the time filling me with excited anticipation
red lines filling in a blank blueprint
words escape me
this is all i have always wanted.
for every time i had something to say,
but there were no words.
for every time i had something to say,
but i didn't want to talk to you.
for every time i felt wronged.
ratbugdave:
haha, my skills are not that great...that was bukowski
ratbugdave:
The Roominghouse Madrigals,p.97