yes glided off my tongue and into the air between us
for you meaning willingness, and for me, resignation;
bittersweet smiles hiding secrets i can't uncover
shaking hands uncovering truths i can't understand
blue scarves and meditation rugs reminding me of my commitment
the screaming prayers, the silent thanks
promise me you won't leave, tears on painted eyelashes
warm breath pressed against your sleeping body;
you can't hear me. i can't see me.
softly scratching your back, hating you, needing you
loving, fearing, not comprehending
you
searching the skies for signs of god
and seeing only ghosts, a mockery.
is making sense necessary?
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I haven't been on allpoetry in a long time, but after a year or so, your poems are the only ones that I can remember. I don't know if you remember me, but I think you're a fantastic poet and expressive person and you've inspired me to keep writing.
Thanks for everything.
Oh and on this poem: the beginning is my favorite. The shared meaning of words is such a thin line to toe, and often easy to leap across. :]] -
First of all, fantastic title...
I would not be able to express myself enough to you about how close this poem has made me feel to another individual.
You're truely amazing!
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the ones that don't make sense are the most magical to me.
'tears on painted eyelashes'
<3
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