She brushes the [shell] of my ear
With her little lips
Whispering a s.t.r.i.n.g. of
Pathetic dreams and hopes
H
a
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g
ing
from her chin
She's careful
But not that careful
She's only slow
In dragging a single finger,
Somewhat like
The tip of a knife>
Over my neck
She thinks she's
So good
Barely tracing the veins
At my collar [b-o-n-e]
Wouldn't you know?
These sighs are fake
These shivers forced
But this smile is real
I see right through her
Author notes
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i like the last line.
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I hate it when that happens. I like the formatting you used for this one. It's very unique and interesting... I know exactly how you feel...
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I like the conversing style of this piece. Like you are talking to someone one on one. I like the structure and the imaging you created with your words, literally. The imagery in this piece was very vivid and painted through your words. Great write. - cgirl0410
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you know im a werewolf right?
;]
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dude, what does that have to do with this??? 0.o yer weeird lol
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so maybe i did the things in this poem.
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ohh, right
well then i would shiver XD
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who?
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haha
yeah right, this would never happen to me
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