I like your voice, but not your words;
Your eyes - no doubt - hold something more
Than all the curses I just heard.
There's something gnawing at your core.
I see it in those sad blue eyes
And hear it when the silence starts.
I think you fear your own demise.
I think perhaps we're kindred hearts.
For when I look upon your face -
Though I am woman, you are male -
It's my expression that I trace
All love-sick, wasted, cold and pale.
And this is when I'd kiss your lips
But for the fear that you may be
Just as I am. We'll pass as ships
Because you're far too much like me...
A contest entry
- Give Me Something Sad by LittleDecoy.
900 points, ended August 31, 2008, 85 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is stunning. Impeccable rhythm and rhyming, and I absolutely love the last 2 lines. Looking at your page and reading a couple of poems I can see why you have so many awards; you have a special talent with words. Beautiful.
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Very potent piece...I like this one.
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Fine and superb, but then we expect nothing less from you! A poem that would fit in well with the old masters... very, very fine!
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Wow.
Feels like a page off of "The Simarillion." This is really, really good! Kudos to you, girl! -
A heart-wrenching yet lovely poem. Nicely done.
, Dannie
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