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A Poem by Twentythousandwatersunderthesea

This is solely about you


You're the light in an eleven kilometre tunnel.

You're the strips of paint lining the cave walls.

I'm the question mark that you put at the end of a statement

I live on the bottom line.

I could be a bathroom tile.
You could be a chimney sweep
I could be asleep
I could be a solar sail.
But You wouldn't have to let go.
I could be pro-mo
You could be a tv
I could be asleep
What does it matter?
Nothing even matters
I don't know what matters
7 little chatters
From 7 different characters
I don't care what matters
I don't even matter
Nothing even matters
No one ever looks at me
I could be asleep
Chewing on the keyboard
Looking out through the blinds
Eating up the mailman
Sending in the dogs
Waking up the green man
Wishing I could let go
But I'm just promo
I got got 7 different matters
You have to obey the chair
I don't even care
Nothing's ever mattered
Nothing ever happened
The s****y little freckles
Tell me little white lies
I look into your eyes
Travel straight through me
Going to the movies
Going to the beach
Coming back into town
I could be a ball gown
Someone would have let you down
I am gonna drown
Everything is browns
I think I'm eating worms
I think that's all I'm worth
Sitting on the earth
I could be t shirt
Livin in the dirt
You are such a flirt/
I'm such a tease/
You don't even know
I can't even tell
I was down the well
Ringing on the bell
Listen in to stones
I can see your bones
I could wear you shoes
I don't want to lose
Do up you laces
And I can let go.

© 2014 Twentythousandwatersunderthesea

Author's Note

Designed to provoke but purposely and by nature ambiguous

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Added on June 1, 2014
Last Updated on June 1, 2014
Tags: You, list, lines, poem, everything. Yellow, mood, lungs, ducks, story, abstract