Sunday, March 14, 2010

Cruelty?


This will be the last time I tell you

How I curl my toes

And not my lips

How I close my palm

and draw you in

How I twitch my nose and never plead

How I curl my t’s in Italics

And the women you meet

Tell them they’re pretty

Praise their sea-deep eyes

And crave for me

But if you should cross my street

And fall weak on your knees

I will flick my hair and take you in

Keep you in my closet between the dreams

Like a pair of old shoes

In a new box cover

Like an old excuse

Used over and over

5 comments:

ananya chatterjee said...

loved it. awefrigginsome.........
'like an old excuse
used over and over'
thats like nihil ultra dudette

ketamine said...

hah...when you are the muse...had to be !! :D

ananya chatterjee said...

awww swt thanks :)
bdw i like dat.... being called a muse....

a girl from yesterday... said...

wow! er beshhi kichu bolar nei...r btw...i luv this template too!

ketamine said...

@ananya- :)Muse with pretty eyes
@Dipsy- I LOVE the template three :D