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By Jon Date: 2002 Jul 01 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.01.00.08.20235]] |
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It hurled down towards the empty abyss Hitting it's back on a ledge before slipping down into darkness never to be seen again I smiled And I thought of you And I started to type I'm typing on an old typewriter grandpa gave me I type on it because it makes me feel authenic in a korny sorta way It's not like I don't have a computer I do Pentium 4, 2ghz, 256mbs of RAM Sounds fast sure, but in a month it will be outdated I guess that's why I type on this old busted typewriter never slows down keeps up with me and it doesnt freeze in the middle of a poem sure I may not be able to access the internet or play The Sims on it but it loves me and I love it Unconditionally Sort of like you I've been typing a lot lately Which also means I've been thinking a lot lately Mostly thoughts of you A thought here about your smile A dream of you in my arms Daydreaming of kissing you I've been trying to find ways To tell you how much I love you I've been trying for awhile I wanted to write you a poem As beautiful as when you hold my hand And I get those shivers That's beauty I want to capture that Within a poem I try and I fail I type and I type I come up with a few good poems but nothing that can compare to you and the way you make me feel I almost have something but then I read it over and realize it's trash I almost give up but then I remember how you stuck by me and I pick up another piece of paper put it in the typewriter and try again Before I start I look at the failed poem read it over and sigh It's pretty but not beautiful I crumple it up And throw it in the trash It hurls down towards the empty abyss Hitting it's back on a ledge before slipping down into darkness never to be seen again I smile And I think of you And I start to type |