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I pressed my face close,
careful not to touch.
Cold dispersed from the glass.
i felt its shiver.
My breath causing little clouds of moisture,
water beading,
water sliding,
water dripping,
water crystallizing,
from deathly cold weather dreams.
- by UnConCeivAble |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/31/2009 |
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- Title: Boy Will Be Boys
- Artist: UnConCeivAble
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Description:
Don't Like This AT ALL.
My English Teacher Had Us Write A Poem In Iambic Pentameter.
I Did It Completely Wrong But This Is It.
I Just Can't Write At School.
I KNOW IT'S BAD.
So DON'T Tell Me How Much It Sucks.
( I Still Want Your Opinions.)
& I KNOW THE TITLE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE POEM.
I'm Random Like That.
Anyways.
Thanks For All The Support, My Fans!! :B
Much Appreciation
~Enjoy(If You Can)
Kris~
P.S. Search My Name For Other Poems & My Photography!
Thanks Again! - Date: 03/31/2009
- Tags: window water precipitation cold weather
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Buttercup Veela - 03/31/2009
- i like that (even if its not iambic pantameter) did u have to do some sort of shakespherean poem?
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