Hanging onto every word that won’t roll off the tip of your tongue
A machinegun full of ammunition, if only it will discharge
I’m here, fire at will
Hanging onto every word that won’t escape from your lunges
A musical clip full of passion, if only song would play
I’m here, all hears waiting
Hanging onto every word that won’t express in your eyes
A longing look of desperation, if only it would appear
I’m here, stare at will
if only it will discharge
Posted on April 15, 2013
L. Marie
April 15, 2013
Girl, you’re cooking! Glad you’re taking the poetry challenge!
Kristen Mazzola
April 15, 2013
🙂 Thanks! I’m really enjoying it!
salsachica
April 15, 2013
Hiya! You’ve been nominated for the Liebster Award! Check out this link for all the info:
chinks
April 15, 2013
Well structured poem. Liked it a lot!!
Kristen Mazzola
April 18, 2013
Thanks!!
themanofletters
April 15, 2013
Reblogged this on themanofletters and commented:
Check this out
Kristen Mazzola
April 18, 2013
Thanks for supporting my writing and reblogging!
poetryshack
April 16, 2013
Love the picture you put with this 🙂
Kristen Mazzola
April 16, 2013
Thank you!
mickyblueeyes
April 16, 2013
That poor will I’d always getting shot at
jaronnewyork
April 16, 2013
Please do stare…