Ditch the ads, upload images and much more - upgrade today from 5.95/month!
Read • Contests • Groups • Learn • Forums • Store • Help
 

Lacuna

I am the drunken glass,
Sitting, waiting.
Needing life to be poured,
Too tired to be bating.

Three tears later,
And I'm a tattered mess.
I want to be your perfect,
Yet I'll never be your best.

Without sight or flame,
I die slowly.
Now that my arms are open,
Just don't hit lowly.

Author notes

Lacuna: a hole, empty space; pond, pool; deficiency, loss, missing letters

What do you think

    I plan to revise this poem: please leave constructive criticism!
    : , Your review:

    Comment Suggestion: What is your your first impression?
    • Line numbers  • Invite them to read
    : no Cost: 0 free left 0 points, You have (?)

Comments


  • Lime Ocarina
    August 16
    Edit | Reply
    "I want be your perfect,"

    ??


    • Crystalmyst
      August 18
      Edit | Reply
      As in, "I want to be everything that you've ever wanted: You're perfect.".


      • Lime Ocarina
        August 18
        Edit | Reply
        Something still irks me about it. Ah well, each to his own.


        • Crystalmyst
          August 19
          Edit | Reply
          I always add words in when I read them. Never good at proof reading my own work. I'll add in the "to" now xD