Maybe I’m a fine mulled wine;
you know I don’t drink,
but I could try.
And you would be something sugary-
a sweet little treat
for me to try.
I’m hungry for some comfort
so fill me with your lies.
I know you won’t be here tomorrow,
but maybe you could try.
Okay, so I already did the idea for "hungry for attention," but then I started actually getting hungry and that got me thinking about people (me) who eat for comfort. So there ya have it :D
I don't know what's with all the "try"s, I just got lazy and the repetition was easy. I almost titled this "Try," but I know that I'll use it for something better later.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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