soooo, i wrote a poem. Hij is voor the POTM, maar ik ben er best content mee en wil hem als een trotse pauw even aan het q-publiek opdringen, lol. As ever nieuwsgierig naar jullie commentaar.
Double-drowned
i stumbled and fell
face deep in the muddy
waters of his mind
and got stuck in
quick sand memories
to be honest: i didn't
know that blurry greys
and smokey browns
could be fascinating
or tempt me so long
but hey, that’s art
i breathed and drank
my lungs-worth of his
clear green eyes
cause i liked the poison
in my veins
sure, i knew that
fiery burning in my throat
and my foggy eyes
could not mean much
good for my heart
but hey, that’s a drug
i double-drowned
and was happy while
sinking - i couldn’t say why
but hey, love’s mysteries
face deep in the muddy
waters of his mind
and got stuck in
quick sand memories
to be honest: i didn't
know that blurry greys
and smokey browns
could be fascinating
or tempt me so long
but hey, that’s art
i breathed and drank
my lungs-worth of his
clear green eyes
cause i liked the poison
in my veins
sure, i knew that
fiery burning in my throat
and my foggy eyes
could not mean much
good for my heart
but hey, that’s a drug
i double-drowned
and was happy while
sinking - i couldn’t say why
but hey, love’s mysteries
[ bericht aangepast op 6 juli 2016 - 23:39 ]
Zij zingen, nijgen naar elkaar en kussen, geenszins om liefde, maar om de sublieme momenten en het sentiment daartussen.
