"it doesn't matter darling," he whispers, pulling my hair out of my eyes -
"Ask me no questions, I shall tell you no lies." I look up into those gems,
wondering what's lead his poor heart to condemn.
"Tell me," I whisper barely above hearing level,
he shakes his head, begging me. "Trust me, I know what's best
and know there's a reason why I will never say."
I can't help feel ripped apart -
I can't help but look away.
What is it you hide, behind those Emerald glows,
that your head's aware of and my heart wishes to know.
This tension is like no turkish torture, it's tearing me to tears
I need to know what cuts you up,
what's ruining our dream.
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Comments
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I like the direction you took on this. It was different from what I expected. You created a mood of tension and mystery with just a few short stanzas.
I also enjoyed the infusion of rhyme, seemingly random bat adding to the flow. The final stanza threw me a bit, as far as the rhyme goes, because it was constructed differently.
Nice write though. Thanks for the entry! -
don't forget to finish
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Prompt:
"He tells her all his secrets, but it's what he doesn't say that she thinks about the most."
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