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she's got eyes.
by Jared Fladelandblue machete eyes
burn like Rome.
i've got a thousand
(gotta go to London
Gotta go to France,
gotta see a tailor
for some blue seude pants)
appointments.
But your gaze
is a concord jet
blazing across the globe,
blinding me like Phoebus Apollo.
split. run.
life is a track and field meet
where I managed to run every single event,
but at the exact time time I'm throwing
shotputs across the world.
Yet your looks from afar
make me bleed the scent of love
just for a moment to touch you. 09/28/2006 Posted on 09/28/2006
Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 09/29/06 at 04:56 AM ah, the intrigue. must know more about this enchanting girl. encore!!! PK |
Posted by Ava Blu on 10/25/06 at 02:30 AM
I didn't see any romanticism until your last stanza,
but it was worth the wait.
nice.
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| Posted by Megan Langley on 10/29/06 at 07:41 PM "bleed the scent of love" -- this image will forever stick with me... a nice read |
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