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eyebrows

I was so sure it was spelt with an “i”

and the more I look at it,

the more I want it to be.

That apostrophe.

In a much more logical place

I would have told myself,

and logic got me through

when I was too tired to remember

(well, my logic. turns out that wasn’t objective…).

And speaking of logic,

there was more space to fill,

and I ran out of ideas,

I mean, how much is there to be said about one’s own appearance

when one doesn’t understand the task

in the first place?

In the second place,

one needs a great ending.

Is what I hope I was thinking

and not

hey,
where the heck are my eyebrows?

Somebody? Anybody?

I’ve never noticed this before.

Should I be worried?

 

I wasn’t broken

just a little tired.

Oh so tired…

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General bewilderment, personal, Poetry

I won’t lie, a really hard decision.

once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away… (conjured up in the way only music can)

~*~

this lullaby

worming through

my inner peace

back to you

outline distant

filled by haze

most revealing

undone by gaze

of yours intense

godlike you neared

your hand outstretched

my heart was speared

to closest wall

I could not move

your beauty stunned

my mind approved

while nodding no

I would not take

the welcome gift

intoxicate

from just one glance

your “gift” unneeded

unparalleled

a voice I heeded

my own in fact

from pains endured

no gift for me

moment un cured

because you stared

in disbelief

no one said no

to such a thief

of all young hearts

you backed away

our eyes were locked

nothing to say

we met all night

in our un meeting

my sorrow carved

in bliss so fleeting

the black of sky

lulled me to dreams

rooftop romance

just me and beams

starbeams, that is…

 

 

 

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