Of course.

Of course.

A Poem by Natasha

 

So unsure
Not knowing
The words not relaying properly
 
No
Wait
F**k
 
I want to say
  tell
 
I need to reveal something
 
The curtain must rise to give way
         To display
         To show in the most spectacular
  The most phenomenal
 
The way that it needs to be shown
 
I want to compare hands
I need to fix your hair
I wish to tell you something                               Lean in a bit closer
 
A brush
A caress
A trip
 
Closer you’ve become
                                    [Accidently, I swear]
 
 
 
I want to tell you
          To help you see
 
I’m not that difficult
I just want a hug
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I’m sorry. 
(Sorry I’m so weak)

© 2009 Natasha


Author's Note

Natasha
I'm really frustrated, haha.

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This is experimental and provocative. Well done.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, what inspired this?
As if I need to ask.
Stop listening to your own instructional seminars.

Lovely bit of writing.
:)

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I've had feelings like this

Its okayyy to fe-al sa'ad :]

I like it.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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another infamous motumice, hm?
i wonder if anyone else understands the title.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Lemme guess. Haha. XD

I love this:
"I want to compare hands
I need to fix your hair"

:]

Posted 15 Years Ago


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