You picked out the best of me
turning me over
for another bite of deception.
I let you in;
furnishing each day
with a new kind of laugh.
We rode on wings
pointing out the sky
as the clouds disappeared.
But you soon grew tired,
afraid and misused ~
fingers pinching my heart;
you sent me away...
The coffee sits untouched
and I dive into the black
hiding beneath memories.
I like it here
not seen by mourners
who try to remain impartial;
Close the door,
I'm sleeping...
A contest entry
- Titles and Lines-Pick One... by Lady Disdain.
500 points, ended August 17, 2007, 9 entries
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