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my love, i don't remember your name.

we are flying
and I don’t know what this is
but you are telling me it’s love.

you have never felt anything so amazing
and suddenly we are naked
and under the covers of a strangers bed.





it’s the next morning
and you are gone.
I don’t remember your name
and I don’t remember your face.

all I know is this:


I would not have done this sober.

Author notes

"love drunk" was the prompt.

i'm not so sure. it's not as powerful as i was hoping.

    I plan to revise this poem: please leave constructive criticism!
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  • wave1080
    October 8
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    powerful

    nicely done


  • SteveS gold member
    October 4

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    Well, that's summed up rather nicely. Oh, the splendid rush to regret. Nicely penned, poet.


  • StarEyes
    October 4

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    Well I would say you were just a bit drunk hehe. What a fun read this one is! I am still thinking on this contest You took that prompt and ran with it, great job!


  • sgking123 gold member
    October 4

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    hahaha

    terrific..and so funny.......under the covers and witha starnger..ignites a lot of imagination.......and with booze on u dont even hear te snooze....lol....loved it


  • Mango Memories gold member
    October 4
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    ohhh! It is powerful. It is.

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