it lurks beneath the lid
so wet and shining
like the gleam in my eye
just two weeks before.
i have tried to hold it back
for days now,
but on it's last legs,
at it's last nerve,
from these unspoken words,
it preys upon my proud cheek...
and fades to my chin,
waiting for a warm hand
to brush it away, as it never existed.
It always finds the way
to leave a salty impression
on my lips..
as a reminder..
of its existance spawning
from words which should have
erupted off the tongue..
and floated over the same lips
on which this taste of humility sits.
a simple, i love you
or a girlish giggle
could have come out as a sigh-
far more pleasant, than the sigh
which came with a sob,
and the glistening tear
from my brown, empty eye.
Comments
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you know i love the way you write. Its always breathtakingly sad, or totally amazing. You have a gift, and this is a great write. I loves ya girl!
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My poor Suze mamafriend.
It's kind of ironic, I'm listening to 'Sucker' by Peeping Tom right now. I think that's only ironic if you're in my head though.
You've definitely not lost your poetic flare, I can say that for sure. You're still incredible at it, and I love you for that. I'm sorry you've got such a hard fuckin year going on. I hope it gets better as we go.
Maybe you really should come to NYC with me
*hugs*
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I love how your first stanza shared with the reader the held back tear. I am a Thespian and I have had to hold back a flood during a monologue. The emotional stress in wanting to cry and not crying is overwhelming. The, the journey of the tear, even to;
"It always finds the way
to leave a salty impression
on my lips..."
Finally, in the last stanza... release! This is excellent! An outstanding write Poet.
Much Love & Many Blessings ♥
Renee
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