Debt

I owe you a debt
that I'm unable to repay
and that bugs me
because
I hate being
in debt; indebted
to anyone
but I think
you're the one person I'm okay with owing
because you always show up
at the right time
in the perfect place.
it's not that I object to you
I object to your shining armor
and white steed
and perfect poise
while I trip and fall.
I hate it when
I twirl my crown around my finger
just to drop it
and you pick it up
and gallantly return it
It's not that I hate
being rescued
It's that I hate
needing to be rescued.
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Your mom's a subject line!
Sorry about the subject line. I couldn't think of anything better, and I promise before I post again, I will come up with something better that that HORROR.
Okay so somewhere in this there is actually a decent poem.
Somewhere.
Any help finding it would be muchly appreciated.
It started out okay, but then I kept adding to it and I don't know how to edit it out.
help.
Hmm... for some reason the
Hmm... for some reason the minute I began reading the first stanza, the word 'defray' came to mind. and it rhymes with 'repay' so I just thought I'd tell you.
but the second stanza throws the whole thing off. all the stuff in parenthesis confused me.
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Last night in my bed, I stared up at the stars in the sky and thought, "WHERE THE HELL IS THE CEILING?!"
hahaa i love that quote...
The Audacity of Subject Lines
Thanks soooo
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oooo much. I was thinking about getting rid of that part, but I needed to hear it from somebody else. You are amazing, perfect, wonderful, and I'll stop before it gets creepy.