Looking in your eyes,
I sought comfort.
Reaching for your hand,
I needed reassurance.
Wrapping my arms around you,
I longed for truth.
Pressing my lips to yours,
I ached for passion.
Broken, torn, tattered,
Left alone and destroyed.
Forced to pick up the pieces,
With out a helping hand.
Having your support for so long,
Has left me weak and helpless.
Growing accustom to your face,
Leaves me now speechless.
When I turn around now,
Its not you who helps me.
A stranger in the shadows,
Shows me lost hope.
When he looks into my eyes,
Comfort courses through me.
When He holds my hand in his,
Reassurance overwhelms me.
When he wraps his arms around me,
Truth completes me.
When he presses his lips to mine,
Passion overtakes me.
He's not you,
And he's not perfect,
But he's here,
And I love him.
Author notes
Well, This is what came out.
Hope you enjoy it.
Happy judging!
~*~Aimee~*~
Written September 22nd, 2006
A contest entry
- New Love by Sharkbaitoolala.
500 points, ended September 26, 2006, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I like this. It is truthful about broken love, picking up the pieces, and finding another. It's sad that it has to be like this, but sometimes it just is. Thanks.
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great write. i love it. the emotion here is awesome.
thanks for entering and good luck.
love the shark
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