One moment in a lingering touch And all your words whisper like Past dreams floating on a billowing wind And I am immortalized in a simple smile That you gave in passing.
In the glare of bright city lights I think How do you do what you do? When all I am is a little girl pretending To be a woman in a mans world- With all my buttons undone as I Stand here, vulnerable, before you.
Truth falls like breaking bricks And I am forced to open my eyes And swallow life, dry and far too wide For this throat to take down:
You walk on by and she joins you While I am left on the sidewalk of shame And regret and lost possibilities and I wonder How it would have tasted to sip you from the Cup of love and feel you beneath the sheets Of desire.
If I had known moments ago, when that touch Was still warm and lingering That you were taken Would I have fallen, would I have landed? Or is it all the same?
I walk on by trying to erase you from This mind.
~dragonpoe 2/14/08
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"..I don't care for your fairytales... - Sara Bareilles
Wow, a touch of everything here I must say (we have love, and we have a twist of darkness and "the other"). An interesting write on this Valentine's Day. I very much enjoyed it though. Very very much so indeed.
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"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
Thank you and I am so happy you liked this. You know I always appreciate your feedback. It felt good to write a bit with more depth, I've dried up lately and am trying to get my groove going once more.
There is one line in here that is a tad clichéd "sheets of desire" but - me being me - I never rewrite, so it'll end up staying.
Again, thank you and I hope to see a new post of yours soon!
~Poe
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"..I don't care for your fairytales... - Sara Bareilles
Hopefully a new one will come soon. :D And you're welcome!
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"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
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