Held up, hard up.
Heaps in my throat tell only passing time.
In eyes I catch your passing glance.
My heart says you're no passing phase.
Leaning closely it leaks from my lips.
More than a whisper, and I scream.
A contest entry
- Word Prompt by Lj-.
700 points, ended December 3, 2008, 14 entries
Silver trophy winner
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