When the evening is matured
and we are left to our own senses,
you seem to forget
that you even know me
A blonde,
size ten?
A brunette,
hourglass figure,
forgetaboutit...
I am your greatest omission,
your most thoughtful lie,
god forbid you hurt anyone,
with my unholy memory...
In a list
A contest entry
- Omission by azure85.
600 points, ended April 23, 2007, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Welcome to Omission!
A thoughtless omission of the other person, that leaves the feeling of omission present within the soul. An excellent use of the word, thank you for your entry. Good luck in the contest.
Susie



