Words
Creep up on me
linger on my earlobes
touches my tongue
tickle my fingers
but they don´t shoot out
like shining stars
on paper
They stay
put on top of my head
crying for me
to find a use
to bleed
to make a mark
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Er det du som har skrevet dette? Vakkert var det iallefall :)
ReplyDeleteJa, takk:)
ReplyDeleteLove this and find it so true when I am trying to get words from my mind to paper.
ReplyDeleteLove this poem!
ReplyDeleteYou've words on your head?
ReplyDeleteWell then, you are my kind of girl!
I laugh
and I like.
xo
erin
Å så vakkert!
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