When we were young we would dance and play
now we're old and we just walk away
why don't you hold we any more
we could still play like before
if you would just knock at my
door like you did so many times before
I miss your hugs I miss your lips
so come and love me you son of a bitch
Author notes
just something that came to mind when I saw the pic
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by Manda Kathryn.
600 points, ended July 8, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Interesting final line there
Great take on the picture! Unique and fun
♥
Thank you & Best of luck
Stay safe
~Manda
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"I miss your hugs I miss your lips
so come and love me you son of a bitch "
Love that last line!
All round awesome poem ^^
Good luck with your entry
Claire x
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love the write
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