Sunday, August 7, 2011

Poutin' Dry Lips

I’m trying not to cry
But baby you got me poutin’
Poutin' dry lips, dry eyes
Because of you

How does it feel to take this control
To have me riding your roller coaster
Begging for more
And you slow it all down

These eyes stay dry
My body a wreck
Confused what to do
These pouting lips thirst for your havoc

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Words are our outright melody and no one else is going to play the songs you feel but yourself. Let me be more esoteric....just kidding. You may ask when reading my poetry, why do I use metaphors so often? After thinking that through, I honestly don't know why. My guess would be that language, though freeing, can also be restrictive. Especially in terms of expressing ourselves in attempt to understand ourselves. I, personally, get stuck in gears sometimes and I like to expand and break through traditional understanding of the concept at hand. I like to read what I'm feeling in different forms, and see if the language can lossen up more.