I cry,
And you remain distant.
I am weary,
And you comfort me with your coldness.
I am hungry,
And you feed me with your hardened presence.
I am bored,
And you entertain me with your silence.
So here's to you
My inanimate friend.
My kitchen floor.
I urge you not to try and find
A deeper meaning to this poem
For there really is none.
What you see is what you get.
What you read is what is meant.
I am just the kind of person
Who will lay on their kitchen floor.
3 comments:
I LIKE IT!!!!!!!
Ha, this is awesome.
Could there really be a hidden meaning though?
I'm usually one to take things literally, so I guess what I see really is what I get...
But this brightened up my almost-morning.
wow, i wish i had the courage to tell someting like that to my kitchen floor,
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