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The Way Things Used To Be

The walls smell like bleach,
and the second hand of my watch is reminding me of every second I wasted with you.
My gum has lost it's flavor,
and my fingers smell like stale cigarettes.
The kind we used to smoke on those nights we spent together,
when we sang our souls to the neighboring cars at stoplights,
and we sat at the cemetery making up the stories and lives of those buried there.
It was nights like those baby,
that when I looked into your eyes,
my blood froze.
And when we kissed,
the feeling of your breath on my skin ignited my body to the very core.
You jumped started my heart,
now I'm left on the side of the road,
my battery is dead.
Face it darling,
you were the jumper cables to my soul.

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  • Heartbeatsxfading
    May 28, 2007

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    Okay

    This was an okay poem, I really didn't find a flow, but others words it was great.
    Good luck
    ♥ Surrender ♥


  • AliceinPoetryLand gold member
    May 28, 2007

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    All the best to you in this contest. Sounds like you have certainly lived life to the full so far!

    If you need any help here at AP please don't hesitate to contact myself or any other online Greeter. We are always willing to help
    Gaylene