pink ribbon and surprised grins
we win!
goodbyes and new lives
we lie!
waiting for Godot and I haven't met him yet
memorizing Thoreau and playing hard to get
we had an odd sort of ambiance in the
coffee-scented air
and this is where, where
we said our prayers.
i still wish you'd tell me everything
i wish you could understand
i want the world for you and her
i want you to find a plan
i hope you can continue on the path to perfection
well-coiffed is only part of it.
little black boxes hold forethought
which, for once, i have; take this of me.
3 comments:
another sad gem.
this is my new favorite thing you've ever written ever.
p.s. my sad thing wasn't actually about me, it was just a collection of phrases i thought up. so do not despair!
haha. i was thinking of just never posting a new poem again, and seeing if i could get 100 agitated comments on that one.
i like this. what are the black boxes?
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