Alphabets speak in
crunching numbers as
you start to sing me
a diluted lullaby.
Words held almost no
meaning against the
tainted canvas of your
heart, because you
have wordlessly toyed
with mine.
One sound from your lips
and my memories twist
in awkward angles, & I'm unable
to make some sense in your
pool of adulterated promises.
Author notes
prompt:
alter
A contest entry
- quickie. 8 poets. 8 trophies. by stepbystep.
460 points, ended June 19, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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AAAAA! <3 you've amazed me, my friend.
Especially the last paragraph-thinger. All in all, astounding job. (: Thank you so much for entering and best of luck!

