Mango Souffle
Chocolate Mousse
But he's the sort of pudding you can't describe.
He is the kind of music you can't put words to
because he's so beautiful
even the sound of songbirds cannot compete.
He makes a child's cry sound so sweet.
"WHY" is the big question to all your unanswerable enquiries...
Don't be ashamed of being different, it appeals to those who cannot help but be the way they are.
We all act foolishly from time to time and
no matter where you go or who I become
I will love you.
Bitter dry fairy cakes and all.
Comments
ankari | November 1, 2009 - 13:04
love the beginning, especially
"He is the kind of music you can't put words to
because he's so beautiful"
ankari x
tcook | November 2, 2009 - 18:36
I really like bits of this but it just doesn't quite hang together. I think it just becomes too blunt in sections - you don't need to be that obvious in poetry. Maybe a good re-working is called for.
sabzwin | November 2, 2009 - 23:46
How can I improve it? Apart from the obvious tone...