Yes, yes
No, no
I need a test
An exam, a quiz
Something
Fuck trying so hard
Stereotypes and questions
Fuck uncertainty
Kiss, kiss Touch, touch
I want some warmth
I want to feel oh so good
Wrapped up in you
But I'm wrapped up in me
And I can't find you
If indeed you exist
Maybe you are a dream
I'll wake too early
And miss all the good bits
Maybe you're real
And you're nothing I thought you'd be
Maybe I'm nothing you thought I'd be
A ship. Two ships. THREE ships.
However many missed.
- Trish
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- MeanTrash
- Brighton, United Kingdom
- A blog run by independent writers from a wide range of backgrounds and countries. Features short stories, poetry and articles touching on subjects that range from feminism and inequality, to intense emotions and abstract mergings of words and rhythm, to lofty imaginings and amusing musings....
1 comment:
cool! I really like how you used certain words to create a mood here and I liked the ending about the ships...definately summarises an atmosphere.
P x
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