Dotted the "i"
Created the word.
The expression of perfection.
Leaves begin anew and birds chirp monotonously.
The word still retained
but meaning changed,
as did we over the years.
No longer in touch
Winter's freeze and snowy white.
I found that word inscribed.
Tears dilute the paper.
However much i tried, it never left.
Erasers took away the ink
but indents stay.
Stayed like an etched scar.
A history,
Of Us, Not the World, Nor the Word.
A history.
Nothing more.
A forbidden fruit I loved
A contest entry
- Write me a poem... about anything you want! by RainbowGirl257.
500 points, ended July 22, 2008, 26 entries
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