Remember the seventh of November.
The day when truth saw no light,
yet was crazy enough to please, it might
continue still to linger on longer
like a bumper sticker's adhesive - stronger;
the day when possible it was
to possibly lie
and make people feel
like they thought otherwise;
the day she apologized
for something she did,
perhaps it left her demoralized;
the day she took her words back
maybe now
she wanted us back;
Remember, the seventh of November
the day I remembered V
and made poets gathered tremble;
the day I saw her eyes
like a man from December.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
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Er, K.
ReplyDeleteI loved every word of it.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I feel like a stubbed ciggarette.
Crazy (pleasing) lies which linger for long
ReplyDeleteare a few lies well told.
maybe d garb of LIE
Was merely a Disguise.
And if she was made to apologize
for a lie meant otherwise
Its understandable, no surprise
that she was left demoralised.
December, the month (not the man) is COLD
If she wants you back, don’t hold;
Take another deep look into her eyes
And give her a WARM surprise…!!
What's that V doing there..?
ReplyDelete"...the day i remembered V..."
Oh V = we..?
All of us love complicating things.
But none succeeds like you do.
I read you poetry again,
ReplyDeleteN guess what..?
What I rote just doesn’t make sense anymore …bt wateva..!