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Post by Laura on Dec 11, 2005 7:35:56 GMT -6
untitled I was once emotionless before you
and you could feel I was barely breathing clutching to the edges of your palms as I slipped our sparks were short lived but creative and if we ignited one dead emotion, I'd smile
our wings are too battered to fly and I'm too stuck on winning to learn again if I battled you in one dream before I could imagine us together as mysteries
and this touch of love of stringing musical notes all lines up on the staffs together we scaled and we slid like the fingers on the violin and we rummaged up our thoughts
you could feel my heart was beatless shattered in your calloused hands waiting for you to pick it up once more but you let me go ...
. . . . . . and without a breath I somehow said:
"teach me how to laugh again"
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Post by Sharon on Dec 20, 2005 19:47:24 GMT -6
[glow=purple,2,300]this is the second untitled piece i've read from you today, you gots to do something about that! i love it how you use music and instruments as symbols in your writing! ...and i love how you express common emotions so uniquely. [/glow]
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