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Drown
Mar 6, 2005 10:03:00 GMT -8
Post by Queen of Rain on Mar 6, 2005 10:03:00 GMT -8
Drown
My clothes are on your bathroom floor I think you’re drowning In the bathtub because you cannot breath My perfume is violet and you find it too heavy A taste of vinegar spreads in the silence Needles drop and safetypins hurt You hear my sharp stilettos clink Against the parquet floor The sounds of feelings fading
Sorry my sweetheart but sometimes this silence Makes me throw up And I do these things Fingersnails against a black board Leaving the lights on at night As if I an attempt to start a fight Just to hear you say my name
It's a weird way of loving. I hope You Forgive me for questioning What we are doing here
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Drown
Mar 7, 2005 20:40:49 GMT -8
Post by ScarletMornings on Mar 7, 2005 20:40:49 GMT -8
That was good, but sad. I liked the part where you said "And I do these things Fingersnails against a black board Leaving the lights on at night As if I an attempt to start a fight Just to hear you say my name It has a kick butt ring to it. Muah! Sara
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Drown
Mar 8, 2005 14:52:14 GMT -8
Post by Pseudomuse on Mar 8, 2005 14:52:14 GMT -8
wow, love, I really like this poem alot, can't think of much of anything to improve. although check for spelling mistakes I think on line three, breath is actually supossed to be breathe. yeah fantastico.
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Drown
Mar 9, 2005 0:45:44 GMT -8
Post by Queen of Rain on Mar 9, 2005 0:45:44 GMT -8
thank you for the commetns. scarletmornings: im glad ou liked that part because ive rewritten it so many times becase i havnt found it good enough..
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