Post by ~jamollopus~ on Oct 29, 2007 11:52:10 GMT -5
ah, poetry~ so much fun... post post post...
-Forever Recorded-
He was my first mark and he’s still a hard one to erase,
It’s not hard to remember just difficult to forget,
I can still see and hear that old television show,
Always buzzing and nipping at my ears,
First impressions do strike the hardest,
A transparent window and he still saw me,
Easily he would smile and read my fine lines,
Touching every syllable he made it seem so simple,
As if he’d skimmed through this little novel already,
He always liked to look back into my spyglass with a grin,
Bouncing the world back at me was his greatest sport,
Helped me know he could stand tall against me,
I could sense that he hunted to spend his time here,
He would reach over and pass me his secret notes,
We were finally alone in that universe together,
Breaking my skin never felt so wonderful since then,
Our breath then abruptly paused as the scenery changed,
That twisted ending called for him so spontaneously,
Drops flowed downwards following that familiar course,
If only it was effortless to replace such batteries,
So parallel to a elephant’s recording structure,
He is that single memory that I will never be capable to disregard…
-Forever Recorded-
He was my first mark and he’s still a hard one to erase,
It’s not hard to remember just difficult to forget,
I can still see and hear that old television show,
Always buzzing and nipping at my ears,
First impressions do strike the hardest,
A transparent window and he still saw me,
Easily he would smile and read my fine lines,
Touching every syllable he made it seem so simple,
As if he’d skimmed through this little novel already,
He always liked to look back into my spyglass with a grin,
Bouncing the world back at me was his greatest sport,
Helped me know he could stand tall against me,
I could sense that he hunted to spend his time here,
He would reach over and pass me his secret notes,
We were finally alone in that universe together,
Breaking my skin never felt so wonderful since then,
Our breath then abruptly paused as the scenery changed,
That twisted ending called for him so spontaneously,
Drops flowed downwards following that familiar course,
If only it was effortless to replace such batteries,
So parallel to a elephant’s recording structure,
He is that single memory that I will never be capable to disregard…
