as I sit here on my
overstuffed chair I see her
in the kitchen
making hot chocolate
her eyes are so blue - crystal -
they anesthetize me her body
curves in all the right places
my head trumpets
when she glides into
a room she reads aloud
and makes me sweat, longing
for her scent on my shoulder
waiting for the hour she'll
realize that I am not
'just a friend'
I'm the one she cries on
when a boyfriend dumps
her over email or text
message or just doesn't
call
the tears linger on her face
before they land naive
on my blouse
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Comments
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Not one of my favorite feelings either.
Wonderfully sad poem! It's sweet in that fact too
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Sometimes that happens with friends and it just isn't meant to be. Good write
-Thank you for your entry, Angi Terese -
Such a heartfelt write, I could feel your longing in your words. A beautiful poem, good luck in the contest
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Emily, I liked this work and shows emotion as I read it. The ending is what grabbed me.Good luck in the contest.
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I love your word choices. This poem has a lot of emotion and tenderness. Great write and best of luck!
-Sera-
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