View Full Version : poem written just now...

November 28th, 2007, 11:34 PM
I"m unable to sleep, and I felt like writing something... lemme know what you think:

coldness includes the lack or an embrace from a hug,
the on going absence cannot be fought by a simple shrug,
because, yes, another person's warmth gives comfort like a drug,
addictive and provides more comfort than ale in a mug.
the warmth's absence provides more irritation than a bug,
and no matter how much I fight it, I simply give the resistance a tug
the need for it and the denial played is all hidden underneath the rug,
and not matter how deep I bury it, I've failed hiding what I've dug,
all because what I try to hide grows heavier than what I can lug,
everything moves way too fast while I pace around like a slug,
and in the end, if I was to find a solution, I know what hole I can plug.

December 20th, 2007, 4:46 PM
you are the best of this thread