Who am I?
I am a teenage girl
I am a sister
I am a friend
Who am I?
I am a trumpet player
I am a singer
I am a musician
Who am I?
I am a lover
I am a heartbreaker
I am in a lier
I can't seem to remember
The conversation
We had as we toured that fated submarine
But I do remember those after it
Tortured smiles
And fake laughs
It all was working, for awhile
But our secret
Hidden in our hearts
Would, in my solitude, end up
In just the wrong basket
A hand
My friend
A trigger
The end
Author notes
A. SUBMARINE, TRUMPET, SOLITUDE, BASKET, TRIGGER
I enjoy challenges. But I think this one just sound stupid. *sigh*
A contest entry
- † Iron Poet † 3 by Penz.
450 points, ended June 5, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Not really stupid, but I don't like the THE END on the ending. Maybe it's just me, but I feel the story should go on, it may not be in writing but if it's something personal maybe it should go on.
Some parts didn't rhyme, but it doesn't really matter to me now, it's still a good write.
Good luck!
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