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[noplaceforthee]

You ask why poets speak so often
In the language of goodbyes.
It’s because beginnings take them by surprise.
Love comes and hammers them,
And then the poor fools are lost for words.
They abandon their pens, and their fingers
Itch for other things: buttons, nipples, zips -
For everything but the poor abandoned pen.My own words fall flat today

Comments

[quinntaessentia]

That's what all of my emo poetry was about. Goodbyes. I should show you some sometime, but I'm slightly ashamed of it.

You're never boring. You're my other half, and I am fabulous which means you are too.

[noplaceforthee]

Oh, I love teenage poetry!

Means you're half fabulous and half napping with Booster and watching the clouds on your day off.

[quinntaessentia]

Some of it is really quite horrifying... Both topic-wise and...you know, poetry-wise.

Well actually both those halves sound nice. Every time I look at the sky now though, it makes me feel nauseated.

[noplaceforthee]

Oh, bring it right on, baby!

My poor dizzy Quinny! D:

[in_spectre_mors]

It's wonderful to hear from you, regardless of whose words you choose to speak with. I hope you find inspiration soon. And I hope to see you again soon as well, dear friend.

[noplaceforthee]

Spectre is feeling better than before? :D

[in_spectre_mors]

Spectre is feeling somewhat better, yes.

[noplaceforthee]

That's the best thing I've heard all day :)

[odd_symmetry]

I love you.

[noplaceforthee]

Whooo meeee? ;)

[odd_symmetry]

You would be the one, yes.