It's been left here,
left to gather dust
We'll never be around
it's not a want, its become a must
I'm sorry that I hurt you today
By looking at you then looking away
But every time I try to blink
I fall down as my heart sinks
This carpet isn't as good looking as you.
I wonder what became,
became of those worn words
They seemed to disappear
Like the pages ripped and tore
I'm sorry that I hurt you today
By looking at you then looking away
But every time I try to blink
I fall down as my heart sinks
This carpet isn't as good looking as you.
Will we walk towards the sunset
Like we once both promised?
Or will it turn to ash in the end?
Will we put on sunglasses
And see who walk backwards fastest?
Or will we need another ampersand?
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About Me
- JJ Lynn
- I'm currently a freshman at NYU . I'm majoring in Film/TV at the Tisch School of the Arts. I'm supposed to graduate in 2015. Right now, I'm probably supposed to be writing an essay. I play a little guitar. By that I mean I don't play that well. Though a little guitar would be neat as well. I want to be a film editor when (if) I grow up. I play chaser/beater for the NYU Nundu, our very own Quidditch team. I enjoy Cheez-its, long walks on the beach, and oxford commas.
3 comments:
I love all the imagery and comparisons here. The imagery isn't very forceful, but just enough to let your mind set the scene.
Good job bud!
I feel like I haven't commented on this thing in forever haha
i like the sunset image i got in my head. but then the ash comment just reminded me of death.
"I'm sorry that I hurt you today
By looking at you then looking away
But every time I try to blink
I fall down as my heart sinks
This carpet isn't as good looking as you."
I like that a lot. :) It's catchy and expressive, and sort of vulnerable almost. I was diggin' your repetition, this whole poem is fantastic.
I haven't been on here in a while, and I've honestly missed your writing.
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