Oh, she was sad, oh, she was sad.
She didn’t mean to do it.

Certain thrills stay tucked in your limbs,
go no further than your fingers, move your legs through their paces,
but no more. Certain thrills knock you flat
on your sheets on your bed in your room and you fade
and they fade. You falter and they’re gone, gone, gone.
Certain thrills puff off you like smoke rings,
some like bell rings growing out, out, turning
brass, steel, gold, till the whole world’s filled
with the gonging of your thrills.

But oh, she was sad, she was just sad, sad,
and she didn’t mean to do it.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Daisy Fried's poem She Didn’t Mean To Do It

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  1. sharesse says:

    hay daisy i like your poem it is so real to me i love it keep up girl.

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