Damn, this is late.
What
What would you like me to do?
I could lay here
Supine
Staring you in the eyes
While you painted me
Or
I could crouch at the edge of your bed
Watching you sleep
Waiting for you to wake up
So I could pounce on you
And make you smile
But
You say to me
I don't want that
I don't want smiles
Or paintings
Or your silly cookies and trinkets
I want something complicated
And extreme
And I say
Damn. That's lame.
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2 comments:
I like this poem, as I've said. It has it's shitbits, but so does everything. The word "supine" makes my day.
-Luke
i really love this poem! it's beautiful. i can hear and see you in my head reading that last line!
~Usagi
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