you're too close for comfort these days.
stealing the air out of the pockets of my
lungs with the sour likeness of your kiss
its getting hard to soak in the air around
me for my body collapses into a pile of
pale green bones that are embedded with
years of previous attempts of falling in
and out of the toxic concoction of
l-o-v-e
look at me...
its your fault i can't say it anymore
A contest entry
- Sticky by Lj-.
700 points, ended December 7, 2008, 11 entries
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Comments
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this is a pretty unconventional poem on the subject of l**e.
^_^ i like it a lot.
mostly you have very appropriate and interesting word choice and overall--- 5 stars!
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