tragic.beauty
05/11/05, 10:30 AM
Please don't be too harsh, but tell me what you think of this...I was bored and decided to write after something happened to me...
Cigarette Smoke and Forgotten Promises to Myself
The grumble of that oversized exhaust pipe
which makes your car sound like a garbage disposal
(I don’t know if that’s what you were going for)
makes me look up and smile, in spite of myself
As you get closer, I try to prepare myself
but that grin still makes me feel so important,
especially if the grin is for me
(It seems my efforts failed).
When I slip into the door
I’m greeted by that smell unique to you:
faint Marlboro light smoke and mouthwash.
Empty cigarette boxes crunch under my feet
and loose pennies fall off of my seat,
and you smile sheepish,
so the corners of your eyes crinkle perfectly
(Your beauty still astounds me).
A few words are exchanged,
though none seem to matter too much,
but I’m okay.
I only call you babe twice,
and we fight over the radio.
While we talk
your hand finds its way to my leg
and even though I know I shouldn’t,
I let it stay there.
While we talk
my hand finds its way to your leg
and even though you know you shouldn’t
you let it stay there.
When we stop talking,
we both know it’s trouble
and I try so hard not to do it,
But then I make the fatal mistake
and look into your beautiful eyes.
I feel the protection I’d built
start unraveling.
I close my eyes,
because your eyes know me too well,
and now I can’t hide.
This mistake was worse,
because instead of leaving me alone,
your lips found their way to mine
and I didn’t even see it coming.
(Though I wouldn’t have stopped them if I had seen them)
Those damn eyes
do me in every time,
and I should have seen this coming,
but I didn’t, so now
I’ll let you kiss me
even though I know I shouldn’t.
By: Kristen
Cigarette Smoke and Forgotten Promises to Myself
The grumble of that oversized exhaust pipe
which makes your car sound like a garbage disposal
(I don’t know if that’s what you were going for)
makes me look up and smile, in spite of myself
As you get closer, I try to prepare myself
but that grin still makes me feel so important,
especially if the grin is for me
(It seems my efforts failed).
When I slip into the door
I’m greeted by that smell unique to you:
faint Marlboro light smoke and mouthwash.
Empty cigarette boxes crunch under my feet
and loose pennies fall off of my seat,
and you smile sheepish,
so the corners of your eyes crinkle perfectly
(Your beauty still astounds me).
A few words are exchanged,
though none seem to matter too much,
but I’m okay.
I only call you babe twice,
and we fight over the radio.
While we talk
your hand finds its way to my leg
and even though I know I shouldn’t,
I let it stay there.
While we talk
my hand finds its way to your leg
and even though you know you shouldn’t
you let it stay there.
When we stop talking,
we both know it’s trouble
and I try so hard not to do it,
But then I make the fatal mistake
and look into your beautiful eyes.
I feel the protection I’d built
start unraveling.
I close my eyes,
because your eyes know me too well,
and now I can’t hide.
This mistake was worse,
because instead of leaving me alone,
your lips found their way to mine
and I didn’t even see it coming.
(Though I wouldn’t have stopped them if I had seen them)
Those damn eyes
do me in every time,
and I should have seen this coming,
but I didn’t, so now
I’ll let you kiss me
even though I know I shouldn’t.
By: Kristen