How is it that
there is a grain
of you
within each of
my poems?
How is it that
you crawl into
the spaces between,
sleep in the
shapes of
the letters?
How is it that
I see you in
the formation
of the lines,
as if you had
touched them,
manipulated them
like they were your own?
How is it that
so many phrases
are reminescent of
those you recited
or those I spoke
to you?
How is it that
you must infect
everything?
I'm going to
need you to
stop it.
A contest entry
- Searching For New Favourites ♥ by Immortal Obscurity.
1750 points, ended April 9, 2008, 51 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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Wow, I love this... It reminds me very much of one of my own favourite writes, which also goes to show that people can be just as infectious as any substance. There is nothing worse than one-sided love, and this cut at me like he were speaking the words... That you have made me feel that pain two years later is an incredible feat, and I applaud your efforts, dear poet. Well done!
Laura xxx
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