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i want to go to paris someday
to eat madelines and drink wines
in family run cafes where sofas remember
the shapes of our bodies and how your arm
always found a way around me
we'd stand under the eiffel tower
and wonder why there were so many
holes.
but laugh at the water drops
on our now-patterned skin
we'd chase the light over the seine
and wonder if they'd ever fall
down.
but say they were shooting stars
full of enchantment
we'd kiss in the moonlight
and wonder if the moment would ever
end.
but not just for breath, but for
the rest of time
except those holes were ones in
wishful thinking, like where hope
dies, like a supernova falling to its end.
so i guess it's a real shame that
we'll never make it to paris.
to eat madelines and drink wines
in family run cafes where sofas remember
the shapes of our bodies and how your arm
always found a way around me
we'd stand under the eiffel tower
and wonder why there were so many
holes.
but laugh at the water drops
on our now-patterned skin
we'd chase the light over the seine
and wonder if they'd ever fall
down.
but say they were shooting stars
full of enchantment
we'd kiss in the moonlight
and wonder if the moment would ever
end.
but not just for breath, but for
the rest of time
except those holes were ones in
wishful thinking, like where hope
dies, like a supernova falling to its end.
so i guess it's a real shame that
we'll never make it to paris.
theme: foreign
some consonance in here. hmmm.
i'm doing that thing where i analyse while writing again.
i kinda like this, and i've never been to paris, it is something i don't want to do alone.
edit: march fifth. i changed the end. i wanted it to be 5 lines, just to keep it going.
i feel the sun creeping up like tick tock
i'm trying to keep you in my head but if not
we'll just keep running from tomorrow with our lips locked
yeah you got me begging begging baby please don't go
mike posner
some consonance in here. hmmm.
i'm doing that thing where i analyse while writing again.
i kinda like this, and i've never been to paris, it is something i don't want to do alone.
edit: march fifth. i changed the end. i wanted it to be 5 lines, just to keep it going.
i feel the sun creeping up like tick tock
i'm trying to keep you in my head but if not
we'll just keep running from tomorrow with our lips locked
yeah you got me begging begging baby please don't go
mike posner
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The first stanza is absolutely gorgeous. I love the wistful tone of the whole poem overall.