White lilies
I've held too long
Shaking hands
And sat too long
Lie to me
And I'd lap it up like nectar
Your words are soft and addictive
Like the sigh in your breath
To dream, to sleep
To sleep, to die
To die, to lie
Beneath the ground, where one cannot
I'm here,
Drinking up the sunlight
Like wine
You look at me
Author notes
This is an entry for a patchwork-poem contest, so don't expect it to make any sense.
A contest entry
- Patchwork Poems by Melodies.
600 points, ended April 23, 2008, 18 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Smiling a BIG smile!
Your poem is a delight and a trip into the strange place where everything quirky shakes itself up and flings itself around and comes down just brilliant!
COOLNESS!
lol hehe



