Long drives to nowhere & taking shots with my boys
I'm not good enough, so I have to improve
The lust thats taken hold of me whenever he so much as glances my way
Events that never happend, though if we admitted them, they would still not be talked of
Inside jokes & the nostalgic verses that repeat over and over again
The same sing-along songs from years back that get overplayed daily
Cliched lines that are used to win me over, and flip me upside down
Knowing that I might one day finally have my happily ever after
This skin is my prison
If those three words could save me, I'd let you hold my breath
I'm not your damsel in distress, not anymore
A contest entry
- Why do you live? by Oleander.
300 points, ended September 6, 2007, 13 entries
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This skin is my prison...., also the last line is just great. The implication that you might have played the damsel at one time, wrist to your forehead, stranded on the balcony, vowing never to put yourself there again.
I'd let you hold my breath...you really took the piece with that one line. If only it was that simple.
This is highly charged, and sensually articulate.
Great job. I am never disappointed.
BLESSINGS GYPSY, MANY BLESSINGS,
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thank you so very much! I always enjoy hearing what you have to say!
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This is a great poem.
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holy crap! this is good. it was really just heartfelt. i can relate. it was creative though and just had a certain something that made it special. wow. these lines represent me. young and naive...
The same sing-along songs from years back that get overplayed daily
Cliched lines that are used to win me over, and flip me upside down
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