You were the one who gently
pulled my fingernails out of the cavern
of my mouth, who never
scolded something so trivial
as an gaping fridge door on
those restless nights
Softly, you claimed the
imperfections of my mouth,
leading me away from stale clichés
with a single breath and promise
Palming my pen secretly and
mixing it in with yesterday’s bills,
I never missed it or
even looked for it
The morning after I met you,
a breeze blew me out the door
into your arms,
and I saw the stars
for the first time since childhood
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He loved his words best, and I loved mine.
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'to display my power, I ate a stool.'
~Ryan
It is a imagery whores delight (I am the imagery whore here).
Technically I can't see anything at all wrong with it.
Well done
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I like the first stanza too, I'd like to think that the person I fall in love with one day and decide to spend my life with (crosses fingers) will break me of some of my bad habits listed here, like biting my fingernails and eating when I'm bored. That's part of where the inspiration came from...other part came from Eroala down there.
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He loved his words best, and I loved mine.
And wow, you couldn't see any technical mistakes?
I'm gonna be changing a few small things about this one, so if you keep an eye on it you may see a few updates.
Anyways, thanks so much for the lovely comment. It's appreciated.
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He loved his words best, and I loved mine.
My comment was made as I saw credit needed to be accorded, much love my dear girl
you've written this poem
with a splendid
eel caress
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He loved his words best, and I loved mine.
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