Ok, so the words “unharsh” and “heavisome” don’t exist in the human language. Deal.
It’s poetry which allows me to do whatever I feel. (since I am the poet)
Written one dreary afternoon while working with four fussy babies at work. *sigh* the baby side makes you want to do something slightly insane. Hence my slightly insane and incomprehensible poetry.
But I LIKE it.
Dance around me once and fly
Like lightening bugs float over
Sinking feet in bedtime clover
Mince with me, it’s merely midnight
Nothing near half past tide
Where crabs creep onto the golden side
And creepy crawlies turn to beauties.
I see you in a mirror unharsh
Misted over in a fog dripped mask
Daring me never to ask
If you are.
But you are
Too light to fall, like paper snowflakes
Pick me up, the parts you can take
Watch your weak ankles and heave
Because the best sections of me
Lie heavisome – especially to someone
Who I dream of often
To escape from my awkward self
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