i spilled wine on your shirt by Angela Thomas sometimes i think about my poetry. like maybe someone else wrote the lines about their life and would would that look like? it's truly so mundane for me. fancy. i've been using that word a lot. what's the other one? crap. fond? have i been using the word fond a lot when i talk about things? i do believe so. words are like that. you fall into one and like the way it drips and melts or falls off the roof of your mouth, the curve of your tongue. a softer kind of timbre rising from a place deep and true, the still blue waters of an ocean's crest, your voice with it's funny pronunciation and wasn't it lovely for just the moment we met in the middle? 06/27/2013 Posted on 06/28/2013 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)