Your lips are the betrayers
your throat, the enemy
your mouth becomes a cage
for emotions never freed.
Your eyes may try to speak
your hands may communicate
your chest may feel the sting of love
or the joys of hate.
But your teeth still won't ungrind
your jaw still clenches down
courage still won't push your breath
hard enough for sound.
A contest entry
- crimson remorse by PersephoneInWinter.
300 points, ended August 19, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I love this it is amazing one of the best I've read ^.^
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Spectacular...
You certainly have a way with words, my friend.
It seems very easy to relate to your prose.
Your poetry is all encompassing and very easy to read.
Great job...
wolf
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i can really relate to this.
i often find myself in situations such as these.
"your eyes may try to speak"
that is me[ i try to say anything with my eyes]
this a really good poem!
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well done
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I just loved the title of this..that is what caught my attention.. Was not disappointed with the read..
This was done very well..
Good luck in the contest.
Soulful Woman
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