Your Winter Weary Wardrobe

by PorcelainMoon   Nov 3, 2013


I love the warmth,
When the sun burns out my eyes
Then my vision turns black
It's quite refreshing you know
Till you remember you hate yourself
I think you love my intelligence
But you hate my eyes, why
I think you'll f**k me under the stars tonight honey
But you're really an evil wh***
When you get home don't ring the doorbell
Play me a melody long enough for me to get to sleep again
Just touch the porcelain moon with me, in your winter weary wardrobe
before you run away again. I love you.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    Wow, the emotions are very deep. It's almost like a scorned lover... you yearn for their touch but know that you shouldn't because they aren't good for you, but you fall in love with them anyways.

    I do think that this poem could benefit from some more punctuation but I understand some poets have their own style and don't like to use much of it. I just think it adds more drama with a pause in the right place... I also think the part where you are called her a wh*** could benefit to having an exclamation point. "But you're really an evil wh***! -- it adds a touch of anger and resentment to it.

    Overall, I really like it!

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