My sweet Zackery how you flatter me.
The boyhood crush for me
you’ve held onto adulthood.
Here we are again do you think that you’ll
Take the chance and see if I will respond in kind?
Do you dare to make a dream come true?
To see if my lips taste sweet.
To know what I feel like against your chest.
To hold me though out the night..
Dear sweet Zackery only if I knew now
What I didn’t know back then,
Maybe that’s how it’s suppose to be?
Fate or the Grand Design I don’t care
You’re here now and I want to see where
This will go.
Audrey Evans
7/22/2009
A contest entry
- prewritesprewritesprewrites, please. by epitome.
250 points, ended August 18, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I don't quite know how this enchanted me so, I think the rhyme and repetition was a bit sporadic and detracted from the story, and the style is the opposite to mine - wordy and imagery-heavy - but I still fell for it, loved it, and added it to the finalist list ;D Well done for completely baffling me! Loved it, for all it's flaws, and that says something for the power of your write here.
Good luck;
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