by The Poets
Trembling breasts softened at his touch
Beneath a blue sky without gain...*When I read
these tow lines they didn't seem to fit together,
like the flow of the words didn't match the visual
you were trying to portray.*
Mumbling cheap words of passion and such...
His soul rubbing against my grain.
*I didn't understand the meaning
of the word "grain" as far as putting
it in that sentence*
With no appeal, my heart he could clutch:
My reasoning proved to be vain.
* I didn't feel any emotion..like the
words were just wrote..and stopped..nothing
else.