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“I adore you,”
she said, whimsically twisted in the rippled gossamer sheets of their bed.
And in these words were memories of weather-worn love letters,
long kisses with smeared roseate lipstick,
and layered mascara outlining her chatoyant eyes,
for he loved the way it looked.
“I misspoke,”
she said months later, tightly grasping the rippled gossamer sheets of her bed.
And in these words were soiled and crumpled goodbye notes,
untarnished roseate lipstick on her opulent lips,
and smeared mascara, creating an ashy mess on her pillowcase,
for who cares if he used to love the way it looked.
She whispered to empty sheets,
“I meant abhor you.”
she said, whimsically twisted in the rippled gossamer sheets of their bed.
And in these words were memories of weather-worn love letters,
long kisses with smeared roseate lipstick,
and layered mascara outlining her chatoyant eyes,
for he loved the way it looked.
“I misspoke,”
she said months later, tightly grasping the rippled gossamer sheets of her bed.
And in these words were soiled and crumpled goodbye notes,
untarnished roseate lipstick on her opulent lips,
and smeared mascara, creating an ashy mess on her pillowcase,
for who cares if he used to love the way it looked.
She whispered to empty sheets,
“I meant abhor you.”
Literature
Poets And Artists.
I am self-destructive.
You are the affected.
I’m a thought that’s still in motion.
You’re an idea perfected.
I’m a sacrifice without you.
But with your life, I’m injected.
I’m a thousand puzzle pieces.
You’re the way to connect it.
Literature
Could I Send You The Stars
Can I send you the stars?
A million twinkling lettters
Waiting above your head each night to be read
In gentle melody like midnight lullabies
For the girl I dearly wish could hear them.
Can I borrow your moon?
I know without it your nights may feel empty
But I envy its lovely radiance shining
Upon those two eyes
I wish I could see wish I could gaze into
So instead could I borrow your Moon?
And gaze into it hoping I'll find the loveliness
Of your eyes there instead.
Could I steal your Sun?
And pocket it's millions
And millions of memories
Of lightly caressing you with its rays
Knowing the feel of every beautifully delicate
Part of you
Literature
...
and everytime i flip
through
these empty pages,
all
i can see
are the blank
stares glaring
back
at me.
[i have nothing to say .]
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I wrote a little excerpt that said: "I said that I adore you, I misspoke, I meant abhor you." This is just an expansion of that idea! I am not quite sure if the way this is set up is confusing? Or does it work? Feedback appreciated! Thank you all for taking the time to read and critique! <3
UPDATE: Added some italics for emphasis on two words I thought needed more attention in the poem. And thanks to massive-drama for noting me and giving me extensive suggestions! I ended up using the idea to make the second stanza with goodbye notes, and think it leaves a much better impact! So THANK YOU!
UPDATE: Added some italics for emphasis on two words I thought needed more attention in the poem. And thanks to massive-drama for noting me and giving me extensive suggestions! I ended up using the idea to make the second stanza with goodbye notes, and think it leaves a much better impact! So THANK YOU!
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Oh the feels….