At first he appeared as a stranger
Cast against the frozen woodland setting
His light blue eyes pierced through the cold.
Grabbing you...
Gripping you....
Daring you...
When suddenly, you awake into reality
Your eyelids fly open with realization ;
Dark brown eyes are warm and welcoming
Eyes locked, and soon enough you're gasping for breath
Instantly your mind clicks back...
November..
October..
September..
August...
July..
June...
May..
April...
Eight months without him,
Eight months of longing, of waiting...
Eight months...and now, he's just a stranger.
Author notes
I WANT TO CONTACT BUT I KNOW I SHOULDNT HOLY FUCKEN SHIT
A contest entry
- With Loves Comes Heartache. by Poetryintheblood.
625 points, ended November 23, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - and This is Unrequited by YourTruestIntention.
625 points, ended December 18, 2008, 18 entries
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My "eyelids fly open" to reveal my brown eyes looking at his blue ones...
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i like the way you wrap this up, tying it into your opening line. I was a little confused when you started talking about the brown eyes.. "Eyes locked, and soon enough you're gasping for breath
Instantly your mind clicks back..."
Why did the brown eyes just make you think of the blue ones again?? -
Thank you for your heartfelt entry, Josie
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please don't do this to yourself again---just let it be in the past
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But he was so good to me... I can't let him go...
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Sounds like you went through something really rough.. I really like the ending, I know the feeling...
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