This life is so lonely
Of the unrequinted lover,
these meadows of
My love
Are not enough to please her.
Petals shaped like
Hearts
Will splinter into shards
As this passion within awakes.
I wish to taste her lips
And see her marble eyes
Let her rough
Blunt fingertips
Be responsible for my demise.
Entwine our limbs to one.
Let her hold me til
I break.
Her rhythme to me a song
Bass to these beating heart aches...
Author notes
This is about my secret love for one of my teachers...
A contest entry
- Tell Them Before It's Too Late. by Poetryintheblood.
650 points, ended July 14, 2008, 11 entries
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Thank you for your most beautifully penned entry, good luck in my contest, Josie
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Unrequited love.
What a heavy subject. It is very easy to fall into an well over-done theme. You avoided that pit-fall marvelously. You could feel the want without the distraction of the words. It reads to readily that it is almost like I was thinking it myself. Brilliant wording and awesome flow.
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