try to keep that promise
no, we never speak it
with a sly smile on my tired pale face
not enough to make up
for you running thin fingers through my wilted hair
i'm glad you are around to keep the peace
or keep me pleased, at the very least breathing.
face buried in a pillow, damn near sleep
violins hushed behind their splayed sheets of music
i lean away from an impending dream
find myself as a bridge between the two sofas
you are holding me.
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hm.
So.. whats you think about it?
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wilted hair.
i like that.
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lovely
I think it is very good, It paints a vivid word picture. Which is lovely. I'm not good with line numbers, but i think line 9 violins hushed behind their splayed sheets of music it almost seems to interrupt the flow, but I think your poem is a wonderful piece of prose -
I'm not sure whether to think this to be a bit sad or beautiful. but i can feel different emotions here.
it's very touching ( no pun intended, really) it is.
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