I've run short of an outlet.
A flesh ‘n’ blood sounding board.
One that sticks so my dreams become bitterly opinionated and lewd.
I feel like my pillow's done up with peanut butter so when I wake up everything's awfully sticky.
I’d rather have jam smothered all over me with two crusts of comfort and change, on either side.
So every time I take a bite, the proportions are small enough to swallow.
And I want a safe pair of hands to catch the dribbles before they dirty the whole place.
I don’t want to leave stains.
posted by J @ 2:01 pm
Comments: 5
5 Comments:
After five, i dont get metaphors... just hungry:(
OK..Surf excel hai na?
*runs for cover*
i didn't really understand what u were getting at...but as soon as food made its entry i really stopped thinking...n u were totally making sense!!!
...may i say...neat post
I wish I could speak in metaphors as beautifully expressive as those. Its sad that I cannot. Maybe then I could tell you much better, without having to sound like I'm TRYING to make conversation, how I really feel ;)
Succubus ~ Hungry kya? :-p
Judy ~ hehe… that happens to me every weekend, I go brain-dead!
AI ~ Lekin kapde dhone ke liya pati nahin hai na?
Goofy ~ neither did I! :-p
Post a Comment
<< Home