Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction. – Antoine De Saint-Exupery.
Day 9: A poem using the words: blue, mistrust, half, twang
We survive the night by doing questions;
We take turns asking and answering,
I’ll ask you. You ask me.
But the answers should be the truth,
and nothing but the truth;
So help us God.
No holds barred;
A friction, or a revelation, might be;
One blue ribbon of Cristal Champagne was ribbed.
In vino veritas;
In alcohol we trust;
Let the questions flow;
because the few of that was just an appetizer of this night.
For your guilty trip against your loved one;
and my sacred speech about my scout honor;
A pledge, that we keep remain in this room from a mistrust.
Lovers are forgetful;
“you’re drunk, Woman”
You ask in a present time;
whom i love?
I said i had my other half, but she’s gone.
You mock and said;
“Man, that was classic”
and push me to a corner of a name.
I ask, should it be a present this very moment timing?
you said yes so very strongly.
I said it might be you.
You laugh, like it was funny;
and said that was a good revelation.
You ask, how would you know when will it called as love?
I cant barely open my bitter mouth.
It’s now too late.
Because love? you? me?
Been there. Done that.
It was the whole nine yards i want to be;
it was the whole nine yards, you never want to walk.
There should be time limit about this.
Because you’re no longer answering;
and i no longer questioning.
when we’re inlove,
we could hear a ring of a bell.
I could only hear a twang.
that, might not be referred as a poem. but, i do it that way. so, mercy? hahaha..