Post by Cullen on Oct 20, 2008 14:01:14 GMT -6
Okay, I definately wrote this when I was drunk over a two night period (it was a busy weekend). Its about a girl, and I'm sure I would have written something like it. But this explaination is here because I posted it on facebook and have gotten comments about how good it is from people I barely talk to. Are my drunken poems that good? Because I definately don't feel this is my best work....I need your guys' imput. Also if it is that good I may have found a muse and may develop a complex if I want to get anywhere in writing (which isn't one of my life goals, so I probably wont become an alcholoic for the sake of rhyme). Also there is the fact I haven't written anything in three months so I dont know... here's the poem...
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Here are the rhymes of what I think
I had to get them in pen and ink.
I want you to read this, I want you to see
I want to call you ma petite amie.
You don’t know French, and I don’t care
After you translate it, the meaning’s there.
I want to know your troubled thoughts,
I’ll buy you roses or forget-me-nots
I like your smile, I like your voice
I wish you’d make me your first choice.
I like your eyes, I like your hair,
There I said it, I hope you care.
Je veux goûter tes lèvres et tenir ta main
Its easy to see I want to be your man.
I want to see you laugh, I’ll be there when you cry
I want to be there to dry your teary eyes.
I want to hear what kind of day you had,
whether the outcome’s happy boring or sad.
You don’t seem to be able to give me the time,
To allow my words, to complete my rhymes.
Perhaps you’re just busy and soon I will see
How you might truly want to be with me.
Until then, I pluck strings on this old guitar,
The stale notes won’t seem to get me far.
Still, I’m trying to find a melody,
To match the rhythm of your heart’s beat
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Here are the rhymes of what I think
I had to get them in pen and ink.
I want you to read this, I want you to see
I want to call you ma petite amie.
You don’t know French, and I don’t care
After you translate it, the meaning’s there.
I want to know your troubled thoughts,
I’ll buy you roses or forget-me-nots
I like your smile, I like your voice
I wish you’d make me your first choice.
I like your eyes, I like your hair,
There I said it, I hope you care.
Je veux goûter tes lèvres et tenir ta main
Its easy to see I want to be your man.
I want to see you laugh, I’ll be there when you cry
I want to be there to dry your teary eyes.
I want to hear what kind of day you had,
whether the outcome’s happy boring or sad.
You don’t seem to be able to give me the time,
To allow my words, to complete my rhymes.
Perhaps you’re just busy and soon I will see
How you might truly want to be with me.
Until then, I pluck strings on this old guitar,
The stale notes won’t seem to get me far.
Still, I’m trying to find a melody,
To match the rhythm of your heart’s beat