All that I believed in
is now a path of thorns
I walk on.
Beautiful thoughts I’ve
wrapped myself in.
Saturated daydreams
of intimate connections,
full of passion,
leave me cold.
It’s the trust
that stings the most.
Come back, reunite,
some kind of mad hope,
how sick is that?
Audrey Evans
1/17/2009
A contest entry
- prewritten contest for all by serenity silvermoon.
490 points, ended January 30, 90 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I don't know the conclusion made me laugh whether I was suppose to or not, maybe because it seems in life there is quit where there is hope, enjoyed your thoughts.
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thank you for your comment and support. Hey I love the different reactions I get from people when they read my work. It's kind of like "Hmmmm, I didn't think of it that way." Tre cool...
Audrey Evans
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I like it...
I especially like this imagery:
Saturated daydreams
of intimate connections,
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great poem i wonder what the story behind this poem is
All that I believed in
is now a path of thorns
I walk on.
wow what a powerful paragraph here i can relate to this paragraph alot the whole poem was great there is nothing i would change about this poem
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