Lastly

by Melissa   Jan 29, 2011


He thought I didn't notice
the words on his tongue were impaired,
cracked, like chapped lips
from all the licking
of sopping sentiments

They're as giving as a frost-bite;
and I feel the nip
of this toneless lover-
his air, always so sterile

so I must flee
for all those daffodils
anticipating Spring

Besides, he was only good for prose

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  • 13 years ago

    by Narphangu

    I think I like it more, and I get more out of it, every time I read it. And that's a good thing. :)

  • 13 years ago

    by PinkyPrincess

    Wow!! I love it... you created interesting imagery that went well with the poem. Congratulations on the win! =)

    Great job!

  • 13 years ago

    by Cindy

    Congrats on your win :)

  • 13 years ago

    by Sunshine

    Can i this time say nothing..and only say.. u are my miracle..!!

    never
    stop
    writing!

  • 13 years ago

    by Beautiful Chaos

    I really like this, your word choice was very nice without being overcomplicated and I really like the closing line. Great work Melissa.

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