To kiss a star
would surely scortch these soured lips
but knowing this, and still
to spill my tongue against such suns
is to send your soul
upon that which can never hold
its most divine delights;
each heaven lamp has naught to grasp
the love you've let alight
but still you leave your mark,
an unreturned heart-spark.
A contest entry
- simple contest by Avendesora Dreamer.
700 points, ended September 1, 2008, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I'm not really sure what to say about this...but I like it...some people are so unaware of what they do to those that are around them, unaware of the feeling that they inspire...

