Sunday, August 15, 2010

Foxfaced Short Poems

"Don't be cruel, use affection with sense.
You've got a brain in that head, no matter how dense
It's meant to be used, as you should know
Though its been forgotten ages ago."

"You think you know where you and I stand
Loosening your hold when I reach for your hand
Keeping safe distance,avoiding my eyes
Ignoring my hopes and not hearing my sighs
You tell me you'll love me, you'll play all your games
But what is a gesture without love in its name?
I don't care for tricks, I just care for you
If in my position, you'd understand too"

"How easy it would be to blame a thing,
Stupid, hateful, spiteful thing!
Quite the idea that would sport.
But a thing is a thing, an object of sorts,
Without a mind, with out a soul,
Our thing, it seems, has no control.
The problem lays within."

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