Moving slowly, treading silently
Sneaking up before you notice it.
On tiptoes, in muffled slippers
Pouncing on you before you turn around.
A tremor of a melody
A ripple of a harmony
With a flutter here and a twinge there
Caught in it's grasp, unable to move.
Cripes..... ><"
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
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i hope you're not in trouble, but can i say this (no matter how untimely it seems):
ReplyDeletei love your poetry/rhyming/some call it literature- writings =p
so you see, i'll always be a big fan of yours =)
you may stop emo-ing now *poke*
*hugs*
*hugs you back*
ReplyDeleteAww.... you never fail to make me feel better! =D
It's nothing really, just a bunch of rants. The thing about being a linguist student is that we can write a bunch of crap and pass it off as "literature" =="