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I may have used you...Now what?

It doesn't matter how far
fingers stretch
into back pockets,
longing to touch
skin warm and sweet.
Aching devotion manifesting,
eyes glistening.
The softness of your
words escape me now.
Glancing over your shoulder,
I can see you are longing to hear
thought provoking prose.
I am not your poet laureate
I can not be passionate
twisting under
deception

one foot out the door.

I lied.

This isn't the first time.

 

Author notes

OK the lines I used were from the following poems...
I was born melancholy
I am not
soft
He tried to be bohemian
with no map
We might as well be strangers
Running


I love the idea of this contest. I do not love the poem I created however.

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Comments


  • J. M. Spenser
    October 20

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    It is said that we are self condemming(sp?), our own worst critic. But why? What do others see within us that not ourselves may find? It is because we dwell too long in the shadows of thought that we are blinded from the light praise helps us see. This was most wonderful. A piece of brilliance. A masterpiece in moment. Bravo! well dne. All the best.