It's not the liquid spreading on the floor, A half a minute's labor with the mop; It's everything you've ever spilled, and more.
The stupid broken spout that wouldn't pour; The nasty little salesman in the shop. It's not the liquid spreading on the floor,
A stain perhaps, a new, unwelcome chore, But scarcely cause for sobs that will not stop. It's everything you've ever spilled, and more.
It's the disease for which there is no cure, The starving child, the taunting brutal cop. It's not the liquid spreading on the floor
But through a planet, rotten to the core, Where things grow old, get soiled, snap off, or drop. It's everything you've ever spilled, and more:
The vision of yourself you can't ignore, Poor wretched extra clinging to a prop! It's not the liquid spreading on the floor. It's everything you've ever spilled, and more.
it's "spilled" by bruce bennett. idk, i found it while i was researching villanelles, because i want to write one for creative writing. (we have a choice between writing a villanelle or a sestina). i posted it because i like it, and i thought the line "it's everything you've spilled, and more" was... fitting :(
yeah, it's, like, a really painful bruise? or a cut that keeps scabbing over, then opening up again, then scabbing over... i just need to figure out how to move on, because at the moment i don't want anyone else. not like that. and i still love. i love you! i love all my friends who're all being awesome, understanding, supportive, etc. i just... wish he was still here to love, too. because i did love him. <3
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A half a minute's labor with the mop;
It's everything you've ever spilled, and more.
The stupid broken spout that wouldn't pour;
The nasty little salesman in the shop.
It's not the liquid spreading on the floor,
A stain perhaps, a new, unwelcome chore,
But scarcely cause for sobs that will not stop.
It's everything you've ever spilled, and more.
It's the disease for which there is no cure,
The starving child, the taunting brutal cop.
It's not the liquid spreading on the floor
But through a planet, rotten to the core,
Where things grow old, get soiled, snap off, or drop.
It's everything you've ever spilled, and more:
The vision of yourself you can't ignore,
Poor wretched extra clinging to a prop!
It's not the liquid spreading on the floor.
It's everything you've ever spilled, and more.
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It's everything you've ever spilled, and more.
hm, i like it. what's it from? just some random poem?
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<3
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i felt the verse was eerily accurate...
♥ i love you too! and i miss you D: i wish you were here right now
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:[ kat keeps telling me to visit. i really want to! D: maybe when all my college aps are done my parents would consider it....
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