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Your bed, so deep, would cradle me... More often than you ever did. I always woke up hurting more, than before I fell asleep. I would lay my head In your armpit You took me under your wing. I truly wish, I could kiss you again It's hard to remember how it felt before... I was in and out of our relationship You were in and out of your mind. We loved, so awkward, never was it admitted... so when it ended it didn't matter, we had never started. |
The poem reflected the emptiness of a sexual relationship without a firm commitment of fidelity. You write very well. I only hope that at your tender age, this is merely a muse.| Posted on 2007-02-27 00:00:00 | by The Gadfly | [ Reply to This ] | i like this poem, it's sad and i understand some of the feelings you're putting across, i like the imagery you use, especially at the start. the ending is a little jarred, in that it doesn't flow as well as some of the other stanza's. other than that, i like it, well done | Regards, Kalinda | Posted on 2007-02-27 00:00:00 | by Kalinda | [ Reply to This ] | |