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Unspoken
On the blank page of our kingsize bed
we lie together, waiting for words,
like open speech marks.
Alone, I am an apostrophe;
a sign of something missing,
something taken away.
On the blank page of our kingsize bed
we lie together, waiting for words,
like open speech marks.
Alone, I am an apostrophe;
a sign of something missing,
something taken away.
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5 comments:
I like this poem! The bed as a page...and vice versa...
and then that something missing... Yes, I really do like this little poem...
Chris
excellent poem! Will you be my special lesbian friend?
Mr. Morris
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Simple words, deep meaning. I also don't like being alone.
Only one thing worse than a dull blog (which this is), pretentious "poetry"!
Aww, cheers "Anonymous" thanks for the constructive comment -I'd love to reciprocate, but I can't, seeing as you are cloaked in anonymity. Catch you around, I guess...
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