Remembering the words
Echoing over and over
In my head
She is there
But without the song bird laugh
Cold unfinished sentences lay dead on my chapped lips
The dead heart that used to be so alive
She used to hold it with her small hands
Trying to use scotch tape
My feeble attempt to put it back together
This thing that beats
Balence on the tips of my chewed fingernails
Gone
Shes just an echo of my past
Haunting me in dreams
Kissing me in my thoughts
The tainted words at the end of each sentence
All Her
Things we know about each other
Turn to what we knew of each other
Eyes still linger on her face
The scotch tape starts to get old and peel
But no longer tears will fall from these eyes
Not for her
Author notes
This title is from the song Almost Lover by the Fine Frenzy
A contest entry
- The Mood Of Poetry... by Jepardy.
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Comments
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very nicely done. the emotions are very high in this piece. I want to see more from you. I give you a 90. Excellent work. You've made the finalist list. Thanks for entering and best of luck toyou. kahy
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Very nice, I love the emotion that you have in here. The change to acceptance towards the end as well, 'The scotch tape starts to get old and peel / But no longer tears will fall from these eyes / Not for her' I love that. Very subtle but very pointed at the same time. Its a very good piece. Thanks for sharing it and entering it in my contest. Best of luck to you.
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