FozzieFunk
10-22-2011, 12:02 AM
Some days when I have lost interest
in twiddling my thumbs
and tapping my pen
I look up from my canvased life
and stare out at the world
and what I see staring me down
with wide eyed passion
is a great wall of emotion
driving a hole into my visitors heart
showering a typhoon of tear drops
to fill my stomach
until it wells up into my eyes
and creeps out like fickle feathers
from a goose down pillow
in twiddling my thumbs
and tapping my pen
I look up from my canvased life
and stare out at the world
and what I see staring me down
with wide eyed passion
is a great wall of emotion
driving a hole into my visitors heart
showering a typhoon of tear drops
to fill my stomach
until it wells up into my eyes
and creeps out like fickle feathers
from a goose down pillow