when my heart breaks the glass gets all over the floor here you come skidding around a closed memory lane stomping around like elephants don't you know that it hurts like hell to traipse all over my emotions like that and then pull an about-face and trumpet your way out of my life?
thank you very much. i'm an aspiring poet. good feedback means a lot. i should have a poery book out in maybe a year? so, would you buy it? =]
so? i can still use it. i just cant use her lyrics. not that i would want to anyway. not a blondie fan.
This poem put a few fascinating spins on different ways of thinking, and from different perspectives... I like the content a lot, I long for more vivid diction though.