remember that place we used to sit
its pathetic
i admit
but fuck it oh fuck it
the cold on ours faces
the most amazing of places
all the pain it erases
held in all our embraces
the bench under the trees
the coldness of the breeze
oh kiss me just please
i dont care who sees
because in our own little world
your mine, i'm yours
your kiss was addictive
and there is no cures
i trip over everything you say
your lips take the pain away
but now its another day
it doesn't matter anyway...
A contest entry
- I Left My Heart In ________ by poet2angels.
700 points, ended November 23, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Great flow and rhyme
Excellent...ty for entering
Lynda
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*** are no cures
my bad spelling mistake.
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