Polka dotted blues drape her body
And she wears a smile.
People think she’s charming,
Bubbly like the froth
In a goblet of champagne.
I’d have thought the same too…and happily
Only if she hadn’t said
“My eyes are stars
They can only twinkle.
Forgive my up-curving lips.
They can only smile.”
10 comments:
:sigh:
hmmmmm :( :)
shanghatik level. ami bujhlam na,(and that's calling MYSELF stupid and not you... :P) but sounded beautiful...
:)
I read this before! I liked this before!
Yay to me! :) You poem well!
Nice description!
Getting infrequent in posts... what's up??
(well, I'm not writing much lately either... but anyway... :P)
In true love, sometime everybody has to be mad, has to be mad and when he/she will sing ... it'd be mad's song ... right?
I like this too...like all ur other posts
this is nice... :)
I popped by from Ask and Ye Shall Receive. The virtual pet autoplayed chirping drove me away. It was irritating that I'd just opened 10 new tabs, and had to dig through nearly all of them to find the source of the unwelcome noise.
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