As I walked away, I felt
your fingerprints cling to my skin.
A neon glow, a sign, a lighthouse,
forever for you to find me.
If these things last forever,
and this conscience never fades,
I'll admit: I'm stuck. I'm at a loss.
but something has to break.
Your fingerprints had marked me,
passively, I hoped they'd never fade.
For if they did, how could I guarantee you'd come again?
I see us, dancing under streetlights,
conversing in dark rooms, in dirty rain.
I wonder if you see these things too...
Or am I just alone?
(have I been so alone all along?)
Author notes
just.a.phase.
A contest entry
- PRE-WRITES! ROUNDS CONTEST!!! by Luminescence.
525 points, ended March 23, 2008, 176 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like the stark beauty of it.
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Very nicely written... I like how you repeated about how the feeling of their fingertips felt to you.... nice work.
Title- 9
Diction- 8
Syntax- 8
Wowness factor- 9
Total- 34... nice score.
Thank you so much for entering and participating in my contest and good luck,
~lumin
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