There's nothing here to keep me warm
nothing left to face
I've cried for months, years even
yet I still cannot erase
The times we kissed in the rain
sweet symphony in the sand
the way you touch me late at night,
the masculinity in your hand
It makes me feel at ease, yes
at night, I gently sleep
without you by my side, baby
my poetry starts to weep
And I don't know what to do-
I'm at a loss in worlds
You're so cold, I touch your cheek
my life distorts and curls
I shatter into a million
and dryly shut my eyes
You're coming back.
I know you are-
Why must you all tell lies
Author notes
This is kind of depressing... I think... I must have been in a sad mood or something. I don't know.
I think I started off good but then got distracted. I still some-what like it... Sort of. Anyway, it's about a girl, a woman, however you percieve her and she's thinking about her... husband, lover, friend.... and how he's gone but she just doesn't get it. She's in denial, doesn't want to face the fact. Near the end it says "You're so cold, I touch your cheek"...
Something you'd most likely do at a funeral. I don't know how many ppl have open casket funerals but that's how we do things where I'm from. Anyway. That's just the jist of it. I don't think anyone really reads my poem ANYWAY so I don't know why I'm bothering to explain it.
Peace out- Micaela
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Someone is reading it
I stumbled onto this poem and I think you underrated it in your comment. I found it awesomely poignant, and captured that wistful feeling of lost love excellently. For those of us who have been through that bitter drawn-out suffering (or inflicted it on others, I think I've done both), we can relate. This poem touched me. Great late night read. Thanks.
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Thanks so much for all your comments. I had to laugh at the stalking one... No, not at all!
I like reading my comments, no matter how many I get.
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