If I open up,
I'll fall back
to a place I don't want to be
kissing lips
that don't need my kisses.
If I open up,
I'll find myself
held in arms
that should be holding me,
with a passion
that's long gone,
and staring into clear blue eyes
that won't see me anymore.
If I open up,
I'll wake up
in a bed I don't remember
smelling sheets of nostalgia
with white-blond hair
spread across the pillow
that's just a dream anyway.
Author notes
I'm more than a little reluctant to post this, but, as I turned it in for an assignment in my Intro to Creative Writing class last semester, I hardly have room to be shy about it. (I got an A- on the version I turned in, but I've edited it some and this is the "final version" I've come up with...)
Written October 6th, 2005
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An amazing poem! great imagery
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