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Vowels
Contributed by
Ruby2sdy
on
Sunday, 29th March 2009 @ 02:42:42 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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Ill just pour a whisky and ice, he tells me
And then, do you want a beer.
Maybe, Jeff was right, and you should have come over,
But its late now; and getting later.
Im sweeping up the broken fragments of life,
From the floor in the bar,
And wondering, wondering, when you will kiss me.
Your voice holds a million promises,
The sound of distant places echoing through the vowels and consonants,
That wrap around your tongue.
How I wish I were one of those,
One of those vowels, that you speak,
With mischief in eyes, so clearly blue,
That they must have been cut from the sky.
I want to see those eyes,
Cloud over; fill with something other than curiosity,
As they watch, watch me, watch you, watch me.
And we pretend that neither is watching, in this world full of eyes,
And lies, and scattered illusions that would shatter if they ever hit the floor.
And how can I tell you, of my deceit,
Of things I have done in darkened streets,
When I cannot see past you,
Cannot believe in anything other than you,
And cannot dream without you.
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Ruby2sdy
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2009-03-29 14:42:42]
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Re: Vowels
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 18th March 2015 @ 01:57:58 AM AEST
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You definitely have a way with words. I could see this playing out as I read it.
It's something the reader can relate to as well.
Thanks,
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