I waited for you
and waited
and I woke
still dreaming
of you,
still hoping for you.
The pen settled in my fingers
I wrote you a simple letter
- or tried to -
but it was a chaotic mess
begging for your sympathy
and hoping for your forgiveness.
At dawn
I beheld a vision of you
- or rather, a vision of tempted violence -
an old woman
with wrinkles woven to her skin
like spider webs
sat in deep folds of velvet
and whispered to me
an ancient prophecy
of love.
Romance, I've come to find,
is like iocane powder,
you can't taste it
or smell it
and it dissolves instantly in liquid,
you don't notice it
until it kills you
suddenly
like a snapped rose blossom
burning to ashes
and turning to a translucent warning
from a pessimistic woman.
Author notes
I'm Emerald Oblivion, you don't see me, and I chose option number two, wordbank.
A contest entry
- Anti-Gravity Love Song by Xombii.
600 points, ended September 20, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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This is really good.
I like what you did with the words.
Romance, I've come to find,
is like iocane powder,
you can't taste it
or smell it
and it dissolves instantly in liquid,
you don't notice it
until it kills you
My favourite lines.
Thank you for entering.
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