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Grass.

I sit there on the grass beside you
Picking out one blade at a time
Pull, Strip, Drop.
Its been two weeks since you said you loved me
Two whole weeks,
and I guess now is the time you take it back
Pull, Strip, Drop.
We sit there speechless,
occationally a phone rings
but no one is talking.
We can read each other's minds
but we dont' want to admit any of its true
Pull...
You aren't touching me
You are so far away from me,
and it feels strange
Strip...
My head starts to hurt
and my neck starts to get tight
I don't understand any of this
Drop.
He loves no one.
In the way a nomad walks away...
In the way you end a one night stand...
But This was almost two months.
and He loves no one.

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  • Miss Faerie Greeters member
    July 26, 2007

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    Thanks for entering...

    Having words taken back is the worst thing in the world. And so very, very painful... this is such a sad poem. The repetition is excellent and I liked it in this piece, it fit well.

    Thanks for entering and good luck
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