Thursday, August 29, 2013

creative writing class + a muse

an offer under terms

I am not the shining sun
Some days I'll dim and go dark
I just am a flickering flame
Here waiting for your spark

I am not the sweetest taste
My name can be bitter or tart
It will leave your lips with great pain
A drug with which you cannot part

I have not the brightest eyes
My hair is mousy, messy, and dry
The consequences of many sleepless nights
Of times when I needed to cry

I have not the whitest smile
Nor the most even complexion
I have just thoughts and words worthwhile
And will give you my affection.

2 comments:

  1. Hey how's it going? I like this a lot.

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    1. Howdy-do. I'm getting really deep and mushy-lame lately. Creative Writing class and all that. I like this too, thanks.

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