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Why Can't I Whistle?
Toot, toot, tweeeet, twoot, too-eh-eh-ooh~
She whistles softly with a knowing smile
Slightly embarrassed by her skill
Humble, sweet, in contrast to my wile.
Sounds flow sweetly, like the notes arrive
Hesitantly, bravely, each carrying their own weight
Of memories and feelings
So different from my declares of protective war.
Her naïve trebles and basses entraps and enraptures the hardest of souls
And coarsest of eyes, unknowingly,
Unlike my own purposeful seductive apples
I shower with a smile, a grin, a punch.
Maybe if I were like her
If I could whistle like her
Just maybe I could be like her
And receive some love too?
This evil, dirty thought
So vile and stuffing full of oozing black envy,
I'm ashamed of my noises.
Why can't I whistle instead?
Why can't I whistle?
This,
was creative, and beautiful.
Don't feel bad,
mine sounds like a hollowed out train.
Pfft!
(^.-)
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
I can't whistle either. Well
I can't whistle either. Well kinda. It's just not very loud.
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I takes a long time to learn
I takes a long time to learn to whistle good.... lol. I learned because I really wanted to... ;-)
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "