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?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to a wondurful friend of mine xD

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ashes_twisted's picture


was creative, and beautiful.

Don't feel bad,

mine sounds like a hollowed out train.



"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo

Morningglory's picture

I can't whistle either.  Well

I can't whistle either.  Well kinda. It's just not very loud. 

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nightlight1220's picture

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. "