Almost Love

by Melissa   Sep 6, 2011


The air smells of honeysuckle,
it's almost too sweet to breathe

my throat clenches to Summer
as I squish my toes in the grassy patches
of our last parley

I pluck your words, like daisy petals,
but your adoration always wilts in the end,
I'm left here clutching this listless stem
as though there were still something left
to nurture

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  • 13 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    Man I wish I could write like this! The way you give life to the most mundane things simply by wrapping them in your perfect words.

  • 13 years ago

    by Nicko

    Short but so poignant, I always enjoy my trips across the internet to your poetry enclave, your poetry often touches me in places so close to home, as is the case with this, Beautifully penned.

  • 13 years ago

    by The Queen

    You've picked a very suitable title for the poem. I adore the powerful punch in your every pieces, Melissa. The slight sarcasm always provides a potent thought to ponder about. :D

  • 13 years ago

    by The Poet Behind The Poems

    I though that was beautiful ... the air to sweet to breath ... beautiful 5/5 x

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