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Published: 2008-05-10 21:43:27 +0000 UTC; Views: 182; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 2
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If I smile, will you smile back?Like a drunken walk,
This volleyball of sarcasm is being thrown out of control
If private lessons can fix broken hearts and scarred skin,
I'm all for it.
So when the bus turns the corner
Our fingers turn into fists
But the inside joke takes over
And laughter is the best medicine
For being blonde.
If I could turn into a boombox,
Would you carry me with you
To sing you to sleep and
Ruin tender moments?
Singing
The tunes of lunches, bus rides, and cell phones
Accompanied by the rhythm of nationball
Back by chords of capture-the-flag
Featuring an ambulance ride
Even though
When you put your arm around me
I can't help but think of alligators and spilled popcorn.
When the lights went down,
The room became still.
Why do
You look at me like I'm somebody
When really I'm a nobody
Who hides and pretends to
Be the person you think I am
Running
My life free without a care
Because if private lessons can
Cure broken hearts and scarred skin,
I would prescribe some laughter to be taken with it
At least
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Comments: 4
orphicfiddler [2008-05-17 21:23:36 +0000 UTC]
Love the boombox image. Indeed, I loves all your images.
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ShellMinded In reply to orphicfiddler [2008-05-17 21:26:36 +0000 UTC]
thanks! i am a sucker for imagery, as you can tell
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AckBo [2008-05-10 22:43:04 +0000 UTC]
When reading this....
I think I'm following your train of thought and then...
You say something that sidetracks me...
Until I realize that I could never understand...
Because it was not intended for me to dig...
What was written for another....
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ShellMinded In reply to AckBo [2008-05-11 03:20:16 +0000 UTC]
it is a bit random inside things are rampant in this poem.
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