Next I turn to the rise in a vabretto,
he names them all and she acts them out
to let the emotions raise its hands
To that phone where it speaks to the morning
many the meaning is lost with a petition of letters.
Like how you look upon a word
too many times
and the meaning is lost with repetition.
Twelve letters,
divided into two neat little categories,
a first and a last,
perfectly categorized and understood,
with these 12 little letters,
summarizing me.
The insides of these little names
kept all under control
and when you hear it,
If you've met me
this name is a mould
in which you pour your ideas and opinions
And in what you have left is this multicolored statue,
in the shape of my name, crafted with feelings
and smiles and actions in memories.
And these words, these two names,
are no longer to words with 12 letters,
but the idea of me, in summary.
And when you read my name you do not see
the 12 letters you cannot see
these two categories,
instead you see me.
Poetry by Sparks
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Written on 2009-11-22 at 22:48
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he names them all and she acts them out
to let the emotions raise its hands
To that phone where it speaks to the morning
many the meaning is lost with a petition of letters.
my Name
My name is a shadow.Like how you look upon a word
too many times
and the meaning is lost with repetition.
Twelve letters,
divided into two neat little categories,
a first and a last,
perfectly categorized and understood,
with these 12 little letters,
summarizing me.
The insides of these little names
kept all under control
and when you hear it,
If you've met me
this name is a mould
in which you pour your ideas and opinions
And in what you have left is this multicolored statue,
in the shape of my name, crafted with feelings
and smiles and actions in memories.
And these words, these two names,
are no longer to words with 12 letters,
but the idea of me, in summary.
And when you read my name you do not see
the 12 letters you cannot see
these two categories,
instead you see me.
Poetry by Sparks
Read 762 times
Written on 2009-11-22 at 22:48
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