She and he
Will make ripples
She and he
Will hold hands
They will laugh, and look,
Maybe
Love.
They will think of one another- each own
Excitement, butterflies, sunshine;
Here on the other side (I stole),
The sea swells- crash! The sky
Is red- the old blood of my heart.
I try not to care for a fantasy,
But my life feels old
Once more, I have nothing to live for.
Author notes
again.
bigsurchica
really a mix of the first 3 options
In a list
A contest entry
- ~No Trophy's ~Enter Here by blondone.
600 points, ended May 8, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
anything
Comments
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i like this it speaks of a love that is being bonded in an assortment of ways
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I like the write not sure on the authors note I don't see your name and the option number please re-read the rules
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ah there is always something to live for i think, and it usually pops up in the mad times of thinking there is nothing. a good poem.
thanks for visiting my poem and lol at mush. -
Powerful
"The Sky is Red - The Old blood of my heart".. Amazing imagery
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