From the start,
You were the one that said
“Call me if you need a ride”.
So I had call.
Remember what you said to me?
You just got home…..
What does that have to do with
You coming to pick me up?
That night, 10:00 PM
I walked home.
I walked on rocks,
Kicking dirt like the way
My heart was treated by you.
With every lighten shirking the sky
My tears replace the rain.
I don’t know why you say things,
If you are just going to neglect them.
When I got home, you were in bed.
You said hi to me, I said hi back.
But if you had looked in my eyes that night,
You would have seen that if I was not married
To you, or loved you the way I do,
I would have never walked home—to you.
A contest entry
- Enter Whatever. by OurxBeginning.
300 points, ended June 7, 2008, 22 entries
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Comments
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I'm sorry that you had to go through this. A very sad write. A little short, but it gets to the point. I enjoyed the ending, it was my fav part. Well done and thank you for entering.
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thank you. the idea i was trying to create is like everyday feeling or conversation with somebody but on the end and somewhere in between are little poetic justice showing that poetry is life, it can be everything we are.
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