Open Poetry #35 |
tonight. |
exhale Senior Member
since 2003-06-13
Posts 646Alberta,Canada |
tonight tonight we'll hold hands and sing then we'll say goodbye and dance our way home, on seperate paths. i thought you were staying over because i folded my blankets and your words are sewn into them because i thought i thought tonight was ours and tomorrow was just a dream because today was so very real but i guess i was wrong because i unfolded my blankets and tried to sleep to find tomorrow because today, today was so too real, and the words your words sewn into my blanket are scratching at my skin. i'm so very sorry if this didnt make sense, i'm unbelieveably tired, but i needed words tonight, so here they are. |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Makes perfect sense, and it's beautiful and melodic to my mind. Good job. "Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey |
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