If I was left alone
I’m convinced I would rot away
With no one to inspire desires
Dirty and unmotivated I’d stay… with… me
Stay with me
Tonight
There’s a thought of looking back
To a smile and a tear and a memory
Of people and places that hurt deeply
Forgotten, unwanted, sleepy… eyes… look… at me
Look at me
Now
My hand touches my face
As a reminder of what it feels like
When passions ran untamed… kisses… die
Untamed Kisses Die
Tonight
Your head falls softly down
Eyelids blinking rapidly… breaking… my… heart
Breaking my heart
Now
There’s a part of me screaming for you
A part of me leaving you
A part holding onto you…
Tonight.
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Fiction. I just ran with it.
Written July 13th, 2005
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yeah, i agree with thatxonexgurl, that was very moving, there is a lot of emotion there. some of the poem moves very well, esp. "There’s a thought of looking back/ To a smile and a tear and a memory" which moves so well, but other parts get stuck, like the first stanza, its a nice poem.. but maybe just a little more work to it.
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Thank you very much, I apreciate this a lot. It's been a while since I've written. I don't actually know any strict formats to follow for poetry. I pick up on things I like and incorporate it into my poetry.
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This was very orginal. I dont recall reading anything like it? Was there a special format you used? It was really well written and creative. Seriously keep up the great work!
This is my favorite stanza
'My hand touches my face
As a reminder of what it feels like
When passions ran untamed… kisses… die
Untamed Kisses Die
Tonight'
It's just so... WOW
-thatXoneXgurl
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