Feel the warmth of your breath again;
I wonder how long this mood will be right.
Live just for this moment, feel no pain.
We've been here so many times before;
A fucked up romantic déja vu.
Losing our minds and losing score
Of who said what and who dropped who.
But tonight, as we lay together,
Put everything else on hold.
Let these raw minutes rest forever,
Let us come in from the cold.
Between post-coital cigarettes
Are second and third thoughts and regrets.
We're making love and making hate,
Falling on and off, calling it "Fate".
Are we hopeless romantics or romanceless hopers?
Clutching at straws like the other elopers.
I feel the touch of your hand again, how long before
You let go? Give me one more heated encore.
Are we in Love, or are we just
Always in the wrong place, right time?
Could this only be Lust
Or are we missing all the warning signs?
Kissing and biting like it's going out of fashion,
My body's electric to the touch of your skin.
Our baptism is found in the throes of our passion;
Absolved in one moment of our beautiful sin.
Our grip is strong, our breathing heavy,
Our bodies tingling, our eyes ablaze.
We scream and whisper each and every
Loving and hateful word and phrase.
Between post-coital cigarettes
Are second and third thoughts and regrets.
We're making love and making hate,
Falling on and off, calling it "Fate".
Are we hopeless romantics or romanceless hopers?
Clutching at straws like the other elopers.
I feel the touch of your hand again, how long before
You let go? Give me one more heated encore.
And each night, this is just one last time;
A moment of weakness between "just friends".
But we live each moment; it's where we shine,
Each instance is old news but we're still setting trends.
Whisper bitter-sweet nothings in eachother's ears,
Live for these moments when we are alive.
So often we slip between laughter and tears,
Then slip back when these moments of passion arise.
I keep coming back for just one last dose;
Can't seem to turn away.
These fleeting moments of warmth don't come close;
This just stopped being play.
Author notes
I wrote this a little while back. It's one of my favourite things that I wrote. I was trying more to take away the cutesy fairy-tale side of Love. Hurrah for pessimism.
Contest information:
Marc Thomas, age seventeen
from Grays, Engalnd.
Option nine.
Written May 14th, 2006
A contest entry
- LOVE LOST by Darc Soul.
300 points, ended March 2, 2007, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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AMAZING!!!
I just wanted to say that I have never had the priveledge of reading something so deep and full of passion. It's amazing and keep up the good work! -
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Woah. Really nice song. I enjoyed reading it.. loved it. It will definetely be taken into consideration for a winner and a song in our upcoming album. I'm reading it over and over again. I really liked it
Thank you for entering my contest
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Okay. Well, I still love these and the whole:
We've been here so many times before;
A fucked up romantic déja vu.
Losing our minds and losing score
Of who said what and who dropped who.
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AMAZING! Really...the words you used were also just...wow. thanks for sharing this! good luck!
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Thanks so much for your encouragement
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this was one of the best poems i have yet to read on this site! i loved the line 'Are we hopeless romantics or romanceless hopers?' i thought that this poem was amazing! thank you for entering my contest!
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wow, ok i love you lol. take back anything mean i said on the other poem. i loved this, ive seen people try(myself included) to explain or defend this type of thing but you know, you definately take the cake here. there are a lot of points that i would love to copy paste here but thats redundant because it would be most of the poem. now to make myslef not sound stupid i looked hard for something you could change, or some tiny mistake but at this time i found noting. im tired and im going to add you to my favorites and i look forward to reading more of your work this coming week.
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I don't care what the rest of the lyrics are because this stanza was so awesome:
We've been here so many times before;
A fucked up romantic déja vu.
Losing our minds and losing score
Of who said what and who dropped who.
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this is a terrific write I abolutely love the 'chorus' expecially the lines "Between post-coital cigarettes
Are second and third thoughts and regrets" that line cant seem to get out of my head!! great write, the descriptive words and emotion and thoughts put into this makes it seem so real good job and good luck *Jordan* -
DAM, this is one of the best things I've read, it has a simplicity and realism that is so easy to relate to. You've really captured something here that is more common than many realize I believe. And you captured it so very well! I admire your talent! I love rhyme so I love the flow and beat of this poem and your rhyming is awesome!!
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Thankyou very much for the compliment
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Lol, nor do I, which is why I kept it to a minimum. I just felt the mood needed that extra emphasis.
Ty very much for the compliment.
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We have all been there,trapped between fate and failing....I love this.
Congrats on your bronze
As Always,
Deena
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Well normally I don't like swearing in poetry. However this is a great piece for anyone who has ever been where you were at the time. It fit just fine in this case and I enjoyed this piece very much. Thank you for it...Congrats on the win...Trina.
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thanks for entering
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Thanks. One of my many emo moments, lol.
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wow... awesome work.. *dropped jaw* good job...
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Yay for bubby!
You know this is my favourite. =P
"We're making love and making hate,
Falling on and off, calling it "Fate".
Are we hopeless romantics or romanceless hopers?
Clutching at straws like the other elopers."
YAY for pessimism! This sounds TOTALLY like something I would say/write/think. You're such a softie, bubby. It's hard for me to envision you even writing this. You're too sweet for it. =)
But anywho...I know I'm biased, but this really is my favourite of yours. Ever. Tis great and pretty.
I'm rambling.
You have to love me, it's in the contract.
Love you <3











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