Threads are tight
Stitching is perfect
Lines are straight
Stronger than ever
My tidy seams
Well…so it seems
Underneath all the pretty
The fabric is fraying
And my brain is ticking
Tick Tick Ticking
Like a bomb just waiting
Wait Wait Waiting
Sour chewed up words
Feelings better left unheard
Sing to me your lullabies
Like an orchestra of birds
Noisy, messed up notes
Landing mute upon my ears
Notice the bulls eye
Centered perfectly
Over my chest
Please take your time
Be thoughtful when you strike
Otherwise you’ll leave a mess behind
Destroying me in silence
Away from prying ears
Destroy me in the night
Away from seeing eyes
But when you are done
Please redress me for morning light
So that….
Threads are tight
Stitching is perfect
Lines are straight
Stronger than ever
My tidy seams
Well…so it seems
more poetry:
http://blueeyesbutterfly.wordpress.com/2012/12/27/let-the-stars-fall-tonight/
http://latenightpoets.com/2012/12/28/if/
Isn’t it interesting that seams are hardly as they seem? So much can be hidden beneath a perfect exterior…and people rarely look past the surface.
A wordy virtuoso using a lexical set of nails on a black velvet chalk board. Edgy…
Wow I love this comment!
Hi beautiful ! I nominated you for the Sunshine Award
http://darianadasan.wordpress.com/2012/12/29/the-sunshine-award/
Happy New Year !
Happy New Year ! xx
Beautiful
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Love this so much!