Saturday, May 31, 2008

a lame poem i wrote after the french exam

if you don't wait up,
that's okay.
i'll just sit on the skyline
and greet the day.
these city lights look just like
candles in the breeze
compared to the sun and
the way you smile at me.

thirteen broken mirrors
and black cats are fine
because this morning, i'm yours,
and this morning, you're mine.
so if you want to go and grab
a cup of coffee, my dear,
don't worry about it.
i'll be right here.

5 comments:

Coweh said...

lame? this is adorable, and a nice change of style.

Ianthe Wilde said...

i agree with coweh, there. especially given my new gift of freedom of interpreting your pronouns. :)

take/flight said...

i want this to be a song, that i wake up to in the morning.

Ianthe Wilde said...

this remains the cutest thing anybody has ever written ever. except perhaps the song "griffin." except not even.

Catherine said...

French language can be a great source of inspiration. Well done :)
Cathy
French course