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I hear the
Splash
Of a big kid jumping into an even
Bigger pool
And I’m brought back to better times
Things are going well
But that’s only my sentiment
Because I’m not paying that much attention
I dumped my bag of words
All over your head
Like a coach after a victory
You’re showering in my thoughts
And you’ll dance in my shower so long as my
Words don’t creep inside your hollow
Hollow ears.
My words got inside your hollow
Hollow head
And now we don’t talk
Anymore.
I think we’re okay so long as our noses only touch when we kiss. I think our noses touch too much. I never really much liked my nose until about a year ago when that piece of cork was suspended from it. Since then I’ve had a bit more respect about myself. Taking pride in our flaws permits growth and that’s what I’ve needed to do for quite some time now. Grow. Now my nose is a dressed up version of another woman’s. From what I understand she was pretty impressive before I came around- as most women tend to be. If you want to keep that level of impressiveness I’d advice you against falling asleep with your nose against mine. It’s all downhill from there.
