you
with your earthy focus
ask me (daily)
why i do not
use my beautiful voice
or make use of the
dance i have longed
to perfect
to express my feelings
i twist a strand
of hair around my fingers
and tell you (daily)
that I am thirty-four going on six
and I need to get this
off my chest before i do
you
with your inexhaustable urgency
ask me if i think
i'm going to live forever
don't be daft, i tell you
that is why god gave me
the hips and legs of
an eternal sixteen year old
and a voice that grows
more rich with age
he knew i was going to be
slightly delayed
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beautiful all around, from what I gather
i thank you. sometimes those who love you do not understand where you are or why you need to be there. often it does not fit in with their expectations or own aims. 'tis ok. sometimes you don't know where they are either. there's times you just need to be what you are. and be ok with that despite the naysayers.
lucky lovely lady.. ;o)
"Funny... I thought that you've _been_ using your beautiful voice,"
i have to agree with grumble
your writing is
wonderful
delicious.
the poem that is and not your legs.
i'm sure your legs are delicious too and before i dig myself an even bigger hole i think i'd better stop.
great poem though.
nice one
coincidence
i have the maturity of a sixteen year old
(does that count) :)
glad you're still posting
i was one of those who thought it was a farewell
cheers
the simple verses speak volumes. and i know exactly where you're coming from.
Beautiful poem. It opens a window that shows relationships with the world, with the loved one and ultimately with the self. I enjoyed it.
This is just so lovely! :)
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