Winged Mess

by Mel   Oct 14, 2011


You left your memories in little trinkets,
Between diary pages
And in droplets
Of perspiration...

Your hand had never been hotter to hold.
But I could not let go.

I left my lies to settle like dust
On my heart.
As your fingertips traced the edge of black lace
On my hips,

I drowned.

You were a winged mess.
You left your memories everywhere.

How am I ever supposed to stop loving you?

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  • 13 years ago

    by The Poet Behind The Poems

    I can see why your our newst member. .. Your raw talent and powerful feeling made this such an emotional write the words and flow was flawless. .. There new talent in fop :-)

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