Call me Kate
Date: Monday, 2nd January 2006 @ 01:36:40 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: liquidsunshine
She is a delicate floral pattern
Her own calligraphic cadence to those mannerisms
The fragile titter that peeks out
From behind those pearly teeth that lay beneath
The timid lips atop the glitzy braces
She is a patchwork quilt
Her random stitches thrown into place
Askew like the thoughts that trip through her brain
Where nonconformity basks in the black-light
And earth tones make love to their fluorescent foes
She is deliberate.
There is logic in her locks of unkempt hair.
Her sensible laugh harmonizes with her comfortable shoes.
Efficiency and analytical progress stem
From the freckles that lie pointedly on her cheeks.
I have no pattern
No color
No hue
No shape
No essence
No rhythm
No originality
I am a piece that adapts to fit the puzzle
I am a chameleon blending with the trees to save my life
I am a flower longing to be picked
I am lyrics taken out of context
Call me Kate
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