I know I’ve never said a thing;
You maybe think I dumb.
But when you sit down next to me
I go completely numb.
My stupid jeans beside you, here
Inside this shopping mall:
It’s like your “here-ness” fills the room
And I’m not here
At all
I know I’ve never said a thing;
You maybe think I dumb.
But when you sit down next to me
I go completely numb.
My stupid jeans beside you, here
Inside this shopping mall:
It’s like your “here-ness” fills the room
And I’m not here
At all
she’s wholly other in her ways:
considered beautiful by guys,
but aims to be both good and wise,
so as to truly merit praise
she is not proud, although she’s smart,
she knows what she must have for sure:
a man who’s good to more than her
will be the one to win her heart
I love the morning. Yes, I am that guy;
I wake up energized, then slowly die
As hours pass, my life force drains away
Until, your basic corpse, I end the day
(..)
The best book that I ever read –
It didn’t look that great.
And from a blackened barbecue –
The best I ever ate.
I am not saying “ugly equals good”
Oh, no, far from it:
I’m merely saying, the best view’s
Not always
At the
Summit
A man who has a daughter
Knows what it is
To love someone so much
It breaks his heart
If you were forced to give up one sense, but gain super-sensitivity in another, which senses would you choose?
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I would give up my sense of direction
To have a better sense of fashion
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Super Sensitive.”
You can want
Whatever you want
So long as you want
What I want
You to want
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Note: this is a summary of one unusually popular school of moral thought.
It’s always hell trying to get the family photo…
I’m much obliged for your concern
In awe of your instruction:
So, please, go and enjoy a round
Of autoreproduction