That summer night
after we broke up
we ate ice cream
and as I sat
you laid on me
as a blanket
chest first to my back
you seemed at peace
I wish I had broke your neck.
Author notes
6. Ice creams headaches from broken promises.
A contest entry
- PiF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
625 points, ended May 24, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done Best of luck in the contest.

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Interesting twist on the prompt... and one many can identify with (LOL). Well done... Good luck in the contest..
Ken



