Your hands are on my shoulders
and your knives are on my wall.
My heart is in my thorax
But that makes no sense at all.
I'm only washing out these stains
and glancing at your smile.
"Maybe we should go abroad
and hideaway a while."
Your lips are on my collarbone.
Your breath is in my hair.
If I went into the basement
I'm sure I'd find nothing there.
I'm sure it's just tomato juice.
I'm sure it's just the heat;
I'm sure I only dreamed the sound
Of sirens in the street.
Your world is flooding through me
And your sky is turning grey.
I used to watch the news
but I just don't have time these days.
Where DO you go with that, my love?
Will you be back by dawn?
You have my word: when you return
The stains will all be gone.
Author notes
Option three.
I would like to have ended it better, but still... I had tremendous fun writing this.
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lol...MMMMM well....i like it...but...what have you done...ur sarcastic commentary and your caustic laughter have seem to have faded Mhmmmm its good ...just for some reason it doesnt seem like you before...I guess that your pieces have undergone drastic changes in the sense of who you are...and who u are has changed..
Pity...I loved the caustic you so much better.. Come on now...doesnt everyone love the cynic ciao
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This is a great write, the flow is constant as the rhyme scheme until that half rhyme at the end with dawn and gone, but it doesn't sound bad because it's the end and at the end you can do whatever you want, the flow stops at the end of a poem so why not the rhyme as well?
"I used to watch the news
but I just don't have time these days" Brilliant lines, they show just how distant she really is from it all, like its just another news story or something, its not happening to her.
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