The neighborhood has secrets
organized like the yards
like the graves at the top of the hill.
The houses keep to themselves
but they are cold
and their tongues lay flat and lifeless
like cement.
I've forgotten the unfaded.
anything once an exciting version of red
now merely reddish at most.
and anything once felt
now only sort of felt.
Only the quiet is familiar:
The faint sound of one thing happening
two houses away
like a screen door opening,
an old dog's howl
and the occasional scream.
I'd tear it all down
but the thought of rebuilding a younger landscape
alone
terrifies me.
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why don't you love me anymore?
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I love the line "and their tongues lay flat and lifeless like cement. Such feeling was put into this. That is very obvious. Great job on your poem.
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good the emotion in it is amazing well done. Keep writting.
siera(:
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the emotion that pours out, so sad -
That's really good. Keep it up!
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Measured Magic
While I believe that being in love is absolute magic, sometimes when that relationship has died, more is experienced and so more is learned. I hope your wounds have begun to heal.
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The first lines are wonderful, the rest is superb. I don't know what else to say, I loved it.
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Nice metaphors! Nice write, I'm sorry she hurt you (I'm only assuming this is about you).
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This is very well written
You have penned a great write here for within your muse lies hidden loves lost yet so afraid to begin again into the unknown alone
. Rewarded 4
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Being in love is so vibrant and colorful, and when it ceases everything seems so drab and blah... But you will see the bright colors again, of this I am sure. Jen
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This is magnificent ~ such depth and meaning therein... x What fabulous talent you have... x Love and light, Lavender Butterfly.
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