I have a question,
what's your favorite color,
and what word do you say when you are mad?
A stupid lie you told once,
and the best laugh you've ever had?
Tell me are you one to get lost
in the way your face looks
off the top of the water,
or realizations of shapes in the clouds?
Do you feel inspired in the wild,
does the dark keep you at night
how does your face look in the morning
or late at night?
Will you laugh at my shitty jokes
do you prefer silence in the car?
How loud do you sing when no one is listening,
say baby can you play me a song on your guitar
and sweep me away really really far?
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Author:
My_Brain (
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Comments1
Your poem intrigued me. So many questions, but in the end it comes down to the one important question, the one that renders all the others unimportant. If you are swept away, who cares how the face looks like in the morning.
We'll written, kudos!
That is true. Thank you very much!
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