Pack up your tins and help me make some money dear,
the oil drenched her beauty
and she's only been gone,
she has only been gone
Wash away and she'll only be gone.
the oil drenched her beauty
and she's only been gone,
she has only been gone
Wash away and she'll only be gone.
And I felt like tonight was today,
set on my heart having done it's pay,
but the rims have rings where the eyeball lives,
and the trunk gives away its age
like the knuckles of your grandparents do.
set on my heart having done it's pay,
but the rims have rings where the eyeball lives,
and the trunk gives away its age
like the knuckles of your grandparents do.
I'm on the tip of your capture, licking acid in red light, with your thumb staining my grey blur,I became a moment ruined by delight.
Awesome write. Very vivid, and yet vague at the same time. Well done!
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great sentiments on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteVery well done! I agree with Charles in that it was very vivid, but vague at the same time.
ReplyDeleteI did however see something as I read it, but I have to admit that I always get something different from a poem than what the writer intended, but here goes: I kept seeing a man sitting in an alley way regretting how his life had gone, but not really willing to make the effort to make a change.
A great poem to challenge our thoughts and creativity. Thanks so much for sharing!
http://elizena-lovingmycreator.blogspot.com/
great one.
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