Starving

Starving

A Poem by Chloe Madison Taylor.
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and I cant seem to get full.

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If seeing is believing, is it the same the other way around?

Cause I believe I saw too much and I never believed at all,

and George Leet's got a story to tell,

a 45 in the back and a girl that fell

But we both know she was tripped.

distracted by cute smiles that made her slip.

Maybe I'm still fresh meat.

I'm still bold, I still bleed.

I'm much too tired for this song and dance.

I'm breathing too shallow and my fingers still twitch.

 

I'm starving for life and I'm ready for the takedown.

the air sits still, waiting for me to breakdown.

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2008 Chloe Madison Taylor.


Author's Note

Chloe Madison Taylor.




boring until Welcome to Bangkok started playing, and I wrote the last two lines you see now.
Now im pumped.

the picture is something weird i accidentally took of myself earlier.

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I liked this, especially the beginning and ending. Great start and finish and in between to convey the said feeling.

Posted 15 Years Ago


you're still crazy good sista;)
like a tilting unbalanced picture that drops into a perfect unexpected but totally understood image in the end

Ill be back for you soon;)

Posted 15 Years Ago


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i love all your stuff.
and i like all the references in this, it really flows well and creates its own rhyme scheme and pattern without a true definition.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on August 18, 2008
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