This new place is
just so filled with different
things and strange
faces.
My mind is frantic and searching,
looking for the somethings
that I can't stop remembering,
somethings that I've kissed
and have kissed me
before.
These new lips are too much
and I find myself lost to my core
in this place where I suddenly
have nothing to
grasp.
What is it you need
from me, what is it you ask?
I dropped my creed
then choked and just for breath
gasped.
You have worn me down
My pit is softened
from you and I go now to
drown,
In a sea of salt and the known,
In the bed of the one I call home,
In the arms of the one who's name I needn't
remember for it is already on my
lips
when they meet yours
and it has been
for so long
and in the end
there is no new that
can be of the caliber
of love that
you are to me
my sweet snug magazine.
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Comments
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Wow! This has such depth and meaning! I feel the tingle of emotions in my toes. Remembering, trying to move on despite the memories. Great use of the metaphor as well. Every word strikes a chord....
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I don't feel that way towards a gun, it was a metaphor, sorry. You are to me my sweet magazine was just a shorter way to say that you are to me as a magazine is to a gun. Mostly the point of the poem though is that I no longer have him. I only have the memories of when I had that comfort.
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I feel like you are playing with my mind. This is good, I know such feelings though they not be for a gun, aren't they pleasent?
Thank you
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