Open Poetry #27 |
Driving me Home on Saturday Night |
Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
This time, I don't know why.. I drive, further, hover above the wind. It crosses, my eye shivers. You watch me from my lungs. And I dressed you in his clothes. I can't even breathe, and taste this style.. I keep driving no matter the miles I put on the tires that you had aquired at clearance price the night before we decided to drive far away.. In a fast car my hands pull you but my mind won't take.. Another step, I decide that I don't like big words because they threaten my small ones. Unable to coexsist.. Like it's so cold, but my lungs are driving fire. |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
good write n read,,, A voice of honesty |
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quatro Member
since 2003-04-29
Posts 392Galveston, Texas |
"I decide that I don't like big words because they threaten my small ones." I like this thougt. Thanks for sharing. quatro |
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timothysangel1973
since 2001-12-03
Posts 1725Never close enough |
Exquisite write Kaoru as always! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
what thoughts! awesome write! |
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