Girls On The Bed And Microwaves

I see some girls

Some girls on the bed

Oh but they're not mine

They're never mine

But that's just fine

 

They swarm like flies in the humid air

Sticking to whatever miserable soul soul they see necessary

I love them all dearly though

They sit and read and write

I'm so taken away

I don't dare sit down with them

In this moment they are pure

Her thick black hair runs through my hands

But that's all I touch

Why not more?

 

Beep, beep, beep...left overs are finished in the microwave...

Reviews

[Johnathan Smith]

This is funny, but you can get the sense of longing in it. The appearance of the microwave caps it off well. I still haven't figured out why exactly, but it sort of reminded me of Lewis Carroll's poetry to Alice.

[Treasaigh (The Solitar..]

Lol..charming=D Very funny dude=)