Post by regieeuronymous on Oct 15, 2006 16:01:38 GMT -5
ok, so i dont write poems. at all. but i had to write a sonnetesque thing (the teacher only cared about the rhyme scheme and amount of lines) for my bristish lit class. and heres what i came up with. its ok, for not writing that is. XD
and yeah. ive fallen in love with the word faberge
You are my secret that I keep,
Hiding under my bed patiently,
I'll unwrap you from your plastic prison,
When everyone's asleep.
I swallow the pills and tell you what you mean to me,
You are my rusted, tin warrior,
Something to wind up; a clockwork beauty thing,
The Faberge faced one I adore,
Tarnished, lifeless and limp hung on a string.
You are my walking marionette,
And as I rip you apart at the stitch,
And burn away your fabric with a cigarette,
You fall into unreal agony with a twitch.
So at last a tear falls from you in sorrow,
I will wrap you up safe, silver tight, until tomorrow
and yeah. ive fallen in love with the word faberge
You are my secret that I keep,
Hiding under my bed patiently,
I'll unwrap you from your plastic prison,
When everyone's asleep.
I swallow the pills and tell you what you mean to me,
You are my rusted, tin warrior,
Something to wind up; a clockwork beauty thing,
The Faberge faced one I adore,
Tarnished, lifeless and limp hung on a string.
You are my walking marionette,
And as I rip you apart at the stitch,
And burn away your fabric with a cigarette,
You fall into unreal agony with a twitch.
So at last a tear falls from you in sorrow,
I will wrap you up safe, silver tight, until tomorrow
)