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Keep your friends close and your enemies closer and then your friends become your enemies keep your friends close and your enemies closer and then your friends are your enemies too make the city into the roof break a hole and make the clouds your city now that the clouds your city you can die cause there aren't any friends in the sky above Keep your friends close and your enemies closer and then your friends become your enemies and as the trees feed off the dirt the wisest owls make homes in their trunks yet no one visits us anymore we aren't so wise at all were more lonely but we already know that your back is smooth for a lady who would spend time in my trunk but its got grooves for my eyes lets go home lets stay, no lets go before we notice its a bad idea |
back and forth, back and forth; push and pull and push and pull. rethink the statement, state the obvious, turn the obvious around and restate it. this was a little depressing, but in a whimsical, nonchalant sort of way. someone walking in the rain, swinging their closed umbrella around in happy circles. good call on mentioning her back. a woman's back is one of the most sensual things i can think of. curves and shoulderblades, muscles moving sleekly under soft, soft skin. it's yummy. friends are enemies waiting to happen. and enemies, the worst sort of enemies, are old friends who know everything you never wanted anyone to know. but sometimes, friends are simply friends. not often, but sometimes. and yes, let's go before we realize it is a bad idea. thinking is overrated. feeling is where it's at. i have nothing to nitpick about grammatically. so i hope you don't mind that i just randomly rambled on about things that your poem made me think about. it was wonderful. | Posted on 2007-04-06 00:00:00 | by freeradical | [ Reply to This ] | |