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between us.


when she cries
i try to hold her close
and wrap warm words
around her

i try to tell her
it would be all right

because i have learnt
how to lie

with a nod
and belief in my words
that lie futile, echoing
in the air

maybe she knows
but she nods, and believes
every word i weave around
her shaking soul

for a while
we sit like that, on the sofa
her head on my lap, my head
on hers


and later, i whisper to her
that i love her,

because i know
that’s the only truth left in me.

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  • Beauty Of Silence
    October 19, 2008

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    aww

    your last line was beautiful. this poem was so innocent and pure and i felt like this person in the poem is a 5 year old child telling her story. very nicce my friend.

    "her head on my lap, my head
    on hers"

    my dear, just a question. how is this possible? just a random thought, i'll try it with someone, maybe it would work, or maybe it wouldnt coz some people aren't flexible enough. anyhoo, this poem was toucching. told a tragic story my friend. love ya loads, best wishes in the contest buddeh.

  • PerfectImperfection
    October 13, 2008

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    Awwww! Such a very sweet piece... It makes me think of my mom, how when I was young I would just lay my head on her lap and try to fall asleep and forget whatever was bad around me... A lovely peace of love and compassion. Nicely done!


  • HereComesTheSun
    October 13, 2008

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    this poem ends bring the story to life i mean you feel as if you are holding secrets and lies yet you can feel the compassion you have towards the girl great wonderful work


  • transit
    October 13, 2008

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    aaww

    This is such an amazing poem and since it is personal, I will keep it short. The words were beautiful and the imagery was so real and touching.

    The last stanza almost seemed like time stopped for it was so real and filled with so much sadness. I do hope you get better. you are an amazing friend, sister, daughter, grand- daughter and everything else and I m sure you will be an excellent person with hope in the future. keep the smile and keep writieng

    loveees,
    transit~