Sticks Stones and Horseshoes

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by BelovedDreamer, Jun 12, 2007.

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    Sticks and stones
    may break my bones
    but I love it when you hurt me.

    Tell me about happily ever after,
    what’s it taste like?
    Does it taste like you?
    Salty-sweet
    with an itty-bitty bitter aftertaste?

    I wake up in the mornings
    and the lies begin.
    Keep your mouth half-closed
    tuck your tongue behind your teeth.
    Laugh at that joke
    which makes you boil.

    Put up that picture
    where her hand is just so.
    What a good friend.
    She loves me, she loves me not.
    What a good friend, they say,
    they don’t question
    what happened
    when the camera went away.

    Some days you
    dare not speak your name.
     
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