Why waste the night with chaste thoughts
When you just might have brought me
Into the gutter with mutterings
Of stuttered words that replay
Playfully in my parched mind;
Unwind that twist in your tongue,
Your phrases, hung, may relay
Your say-so memos, fill holes
In an unfinished story;
Yes, here you are, pages parted
Like an open book;
I’m looking between the lines
For the fine print,
For what you meant
To say.
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I hate that flip-flop
spineless term:
'what I meant to say'..
because it's grounded
on modernity's need for reactionary
dialogue
devoid of thought, words are vomited
quickly, loudly with impotent fury
with the goal being to argue
and nothing else..
then when they realise they can't
worm their way out
begins, the whole back stepping
explaining..
it's all so petty and boring...
(such a relatable read
thanks for sharing)
Lol. Well, in this case it is used to express the depth of sensual touch. Someone might say “I love you” or they might say “this feels good” but bodily actions or reactions will emphasize those things, and those actions or reactions are “what (they) meant to say”.
But generally I would agree with you on the saying lol.
Thanks for reading. 🙂
my bad, i do like a good pointless rant
thanks for tolerating me
You’re fine 🙂 good to rant sometimes lol
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