So I had this dream where I was dancing
with this guy while I was only wearing
a towel. Then he laid down on the tile,
and I laid down next to him, and we just
watched each other. It sounds weird now, but it
was so peaceful and comfortable and
just nice-feeling in general, I think.
7 lines, 10 beats per.
I don't think "nice-feeling" is a word, but it stays until I look something up that fits better.
He's very handsome, by the way.
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 ♥
1 comment:
ah that sounds nice. reminds me of that scene in breakfast at tiffany's, where audrey hepburn and the guy just crawl into bed and fall asleep in each other's arms. awwwwwwwww.
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