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All these I-love-you’s lost When what I meant --I wrote on your chest If I could just take back these misspent days Every second of anger Wipe these tears away Call out my name Tell me what happens While my eyes close for their last time Does this all simply end? An eternal darkness --With a burning in my soul Because it just hit me --This life is just a thing Whispering branches take their time Raking across the path of my ears Reminding me of how I’m broken in you Take this time and realize Concentration forces me to be myself It’s all inevitable As I will be broken I am the one that bleeds Life dripping as water from my fingertips Taking time to plant the seeds And harvest loss. |
*Taking time to plant the seeds And harvest loss* Best lines in this poem. You have a great way with words. I think it would have been better if the stanzas were even,but then again,it's just me. :) | Posted on 2004-12-16 00:00:00 | by Maverique | [ Reply to This ] | This is one of the best pieces I have read with such a free-flow format for some time. You portray such a bold message in diamond clear words it'd be a challenge for even the daftess person to misinterpret this. | "All these I-love-you’s lost When what I meant --I wrote on your chest" Great opening, and my favorite stanza. I have no words against this, good piece. Sorry I couldnt give you a better comment, but honestly theres nothing at al wrong with this piece. --Kayla | Posted on 2004-12-16 00:00:00 | by Superman | [ Reply to This ] | |