This sweet nightmare is bringing her up to fall.
This love is making her sick and backwards.
Under these covers she lies awake,
Cutting the wires on her collapsing heart.
Consiousness sinking in and out,
Door slamming open and shut on what she was before.
He was her attraction,
Like a magnet she stuck.
Under his fingernails was the skin of another.
Under his covers was the legs of another.
Those blurry eyes see nothing but the truth of what she should have seen,
All the brainless moves she shouldn't have made.
The word love isn't just four letters,
It's a cocked gun with an easy trigger,
Waiting to be set off.
He drops her like they dropped the bombs,
Off the cliffs and into her head under her façade and onto her lips.
She's infected with the disease she can't ever shake,
He'll stay in her wrecked heart forever.
A contest entry
- for woman only by Mrs. C..
500 points, ended December 17, 2008, 43 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The word love isn't just four letters,
It's a cocked gun with an easy trigger,
Waiting to be set off.
favorite line award for december 2008!!!
i love it! and i would steal it, but i'm not an actor.
but i will praise you for my favorite write in this contest. i thnk i'd put my money on you! lol.
Alot of thought and spite/ hate went into this. which are my fav's to begin with. lol
great luck, and happy hunting.
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good luck with the contest and keep up with the writing. this poem really got to me. thank you for sharing
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