needles and threads up
the sewing race is over
and the winner is....
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needles and threads up
the sewing race is over
and the winner is....
and the winner is
identified by those who
remember with love
remember with love,
forget with audacity
the slights that wound you.
the slights that wound you
represent tiny pinpricks
rise above and shine
rise above and shine
poetry melodious—
English, bad English...
(for you, Fifth)
Thank you Pen :)
English, bad English,
out of the gutter English;
foul words taste like wine.
foul words taste like wine
in casks, too long fermented,
bitter in one's soul
bitter in one's soul
the taste of tangy lemons
compares with my woe.
compares with my woe,
the anguish of empty love,
the absence of dreams
the absence of dreams
leaves one feeling desolate
and without hope too.
and without hope too,
I drift, a lonely figure
walking on the edge
walking on the edge
never daring to look down.
my heart can't take it.
my heart can't take it
I have felt like this before
help me to not fall.
now i am close to
falling asleep at the wheel
driving at nighttime.
Because there was a break, I thought that I'd play the game with both haiku presented (both were awesome, btw) :)
Help me to not fall
my new heels are much too high
oh, the price of chic ....
Driving at nighttime
pacifies my wildest dream
forcing me to think