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October's Rust

Where are those lips?
The lips I miss,
The ones that told me
That I should be happy.
And those eyes,
That looked deep into mine
Where are they now—?
Lost only in my frown?

His arms, so strong and bold,
Reached out for me,
When I was as cold
As that deadly Winter’s breeze

I long for his smile,
So mature yet so infantile,
It reassured me
Ever so gladly,
That I was as the Summer’s sun,
And we were, but one

In the end of October’s rust,
We would live once more
In the rise of lust,
And the love we had in store

But I’m left with a memory
Of a fallen Spring’s destiny
And the taste of such sweet,
Bitter departure of ecstasy
I can only hope to see his face again
To embrace him until the end
When I can surely have it all,
His lips, his smile, and our Fall

Author notes

Well...this is sort of based on some Type O Negative lyrics, and sort of based on some things I'm feeling right now. I'm in love...or lust, I really should say, and I only long to see him now. But it will be 3 or 4 days before I see him next. And to some who read my poetry, well, one, I guess, I owe you an explanation. But I doubt I'll ever hear from you again, so be it. This poem is for Jeremy. The one who has saved me from lies and deception.
Written August 22nd, 2005

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  • RevoltedHorror
    September 7, 2005
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    Thank you. I appreciate it.


  • Ghost of a Siren
    September 6, 2005
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    This was well written good job.


  • RevoltedHorror
    August 22, 2005
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    I do hurt, very much, when we are apart. He lives about 45 minutes from me...and I only see him about once a week, until I turn 18 and I'll be able to go to his house when I want. I don't know if it is 'love' or something really close to it.

    Thank you for your comments, they always inspire me to write more, and I appreciate that.

    See you around.

    -Jas


  • bird-mad girl
    August 22, 2005
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    I love how you characterized each season. October's rust, Spring's destiny, Summer’s sun, Winter's breeze. It was v graceful sounding. And I understand what you are talking about in this poem. I feel the same way about my ex boyfriend. I don't know if I love him or if it's just the longing to have him with me and do thing with him, lol. And maybe if you hurt when you are without this person, it could be love.
    Best wishes to you hun

    Always and Forever,
    ~Kendal