the days where love left us dry and abandoned,
rusted and uprooted as i seem to just vanish,
those are the truimph, the glory and fate,
yearning for her taste every single day that i wait,
waste what i want not to waste after all these years,
money and love and forgetting to even still try to care,
i have a new love and old love and it's always unclear,
you may have words for me, but i might not have the ear,
If you said it was over I'd decorate you in a burial gown,
Rotting but I'm climbing up from being six feet down...
A contest entry
- The passion that eludes us....this one is for the grown ups. by ElijahsRaven.
300 points, ended July 6, 2008, 6 entries
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Not your conventional poet but a solo musician also
Comments
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thanks for the entry
interesting poem. Dont know if it fits the contest requirements though. thx!
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