Sometimes I just close my eyes
and pretend I'm beautiful,
Pure as the snow at three am
Virgin, Untouched,
I disgust myself
My shoes are heavy on the iced pavement
as the sight of the "perfect couple"
Comes into play,
Linked pinkies and whispered sweet nothings,
I could never fit in with that sweet cliche,
Pathetic,
At that I smile and stamp out my cigarette
and carefully walk in my own foot steps home.
You know,
Sometimes at night
I just stare out my window
and write in the fog from my breath
"ungrateful"
Author notes
I actually like this write, and I hope you do too.
My other poem is "who would you have been?"
A contest entry
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500 points, ended June 20, 2007, 7 entries
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Comments
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I do like this, very interesting and inspiring. Captivating with cold yet powerful emotions. I really was impressed.
Thanks for entering final round.
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This is wonderful babe, as always. I really love it. The descriptions and the flow are perfect. I really love the imagery. Great job as always doll.
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