As I Lay Near,
My Thoughts Twist,
Emotions Run Deep..
Raw Realizations Begin To Take Shape,
The One Person I Hate The Most,
I Cant Stand To Live Without..
His Touch Is Like Fire,
The Smell Of Him Like An Intoxicating Incense,
Oh,And The Taste,
The Taste of His Lips As Devilish As Eve's Fruit..
Each Moment So Dazzling,
Filling The Room With Ecstasy,
I'm Soon Lost To All Things Coherent..
Simple Conversation Always Laced With Arsenic,
The Dislike Building..Rising,
Until Our Passion Over Comes These Knowledge's..
Our Ritual Of Love,
Wild,Pure,Confused..
Forbidden Love,
Can Not Compare,
So I Dance,
This Dance Of Endearing Aberration,
I Make With The Greatest Of Greats,
My Closest Friend,
My One And Only True Enemy..
Author notes
OPTION NUMBER FOUR!!
A contest entry
- FAMOUS LAST WORDS AMONG A MIX OF OTHER OPTIONS by badnovocaine.
900 points, ended December 22, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
umm..right off the top of my head, but maybe ill get a place,or mention?
Comments
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I liked this, I thought it was raw emotion. And at the end, when it was my closest friend, your my one and only true enemy, I understood this very well. Thank you for entering this, such a beautiful and amazing use of metaphores here.
Really made me feel.
The Taste of His Lips As Devilish As Eve's Fruit.
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