Butterflies flew between
our dialogues as my stomach
twisted uncomfortably.
Your warm hands played along
the contours of my face, and
I held my breath as if it could
make this moment last longer.
You smiled flawlessly, and
I gave shaky one in return. Your
fingers rubbed across my cheek, trying
to ease the cracks on my skin that
were left my 5 broken years alone.
My breath caught in my throat, and
oxygen burned there as I try to
feel something other than the numbness
I was confined to for so long before.
You were here; your fading silhouette
was solidly outlined with bold strokes.
Your whispers that I craved for were
mended from its wasted fragmented pieces
in my faulty memories.
I smiled to myself as I realised
that I was holding onto an angel,
and not a single bullet could shatter
the bulb of security that lighted
our shallow faces of doubt.
& you breathed gently,
"You're finally here."
A contest entry
- & all the lights that lead us there are blinding by whiterabbit..
400 points, ended June 28, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - I am love... feed me! PW welcome! by Fallen-Muse.
650 points, ended July 9, 68 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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good
Thank you so much.
"My breath caught in my throat, and
oxygen burned there as I try to
feel something other than the numbness
I was confined to for so long before."
Beautiful words thanks for entering and good luck. -
That second to last stanza- WHAT???!!! No one could think of that... So good- thanks, G
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Oh how I know this feeling. I have it with the one I love even though we will never truely be together in the way I want. This was a well written and warm piece thank you for sharing and good luck in the contest.
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Indeed I found this piece warm...
Thank you so much for such a lovely piece to be read ...I wish you the best in the contest.
Love
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