And so we, the underwhelmed,
ask you to join our charade.
Sounds like (ointment)
The thought of it shudders through our excuses like the
nothing-promises we made.
I lay my head down
and acknowledge our shortcomings by
citing astrological refuse. Because it
couldn’t be you, or me, or us, or them
but only fate and the fault of those Gods
we don’t acknowledge.
You, ever the Gemini you were born
and absent, my mind rebuilds you
every time from the newspaper clipping
of your disposition.
And so I, the cancer,
let my fears meet my hopes halfway
and linger in obscurity,
forever waiting for
to match yours.
| Hi, nice poem. I love astrology, so you know, the name grabbed me. Anyway, You should change the word Gods, to gods. There is only one God and it a proper noun,etc... (blah, blah,blah). On the whole its brilliant, I like how the girl blames a failed relationship on astrology, its very interesting and I especially like the last stanza, I used to think it was that easy, sometimes it is, mostly it isn't. Astrology is so much more than just a news paper clipping, people fail to realise that. I'm gonna check out your other stuff, this one was fun.|
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