Sew up my heart
With french seams
So you cant tell
There was ever anything
But perfect lines and
Crisp layers,
Perfectly tailored to match
Any situation.
Cover my untrained actions
And hide my deep thoughts
With suave comments
And clever remarks;
New clothes to cover
All the tears and ragged edges
And maybe once, all these
Solitary patches
Can beat as one:
Warm and bright
And full of life.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
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Edgar Allen Poe: Alone
9 comments:
Hm. Amazing. Interesting. I like it.
oh my. it's so beautiful. ca fait du bien a mon coeur.
< sings>oh, follow, follow, follow
follow, follow
follow follow follow
follow me......< /end song>
beyond my comments.
wait...isnt it "come follow me"???
Yes, it is.
On rereading (for something like the twelfth time...can't stop coming back to it) in the third line from the end...I know you're saying "beating" because of the cardiac reference :), but since you're talking about patches, I keep doing a double take...just a thought....
...ties back to the title... ?
yes, i know...just an impression...
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