Joy is a concept to love or forget

by Rhiannon   Jan 26, 2007


Shaking, sobbing.
I wanted to call you.
I promised that I would ignore you.
The plate in my hand
And the anger in my heart.

The result.

A broken kitchen
A telephone to my ear.
We said very little.
Mostly, I just cried.
Asked you why we didn't make it.

Exchanged promises.

Sat in the doorway.
I knew it still wasn't the same.
I had permeated the cold structure.
I could hear your deep intake of breathe.
You aren't happy.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Xx TEARS OF A REJECT xX

    Dude this poem rock!!!!!!
    -Rhiannon

  • 17 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    ......This works.....and is quite clear......

    (second to last line, I think you mean.. breath...;-)

    I so appreciated your profile...I plan to study your work here.....Peace.

  • 17 years ago

    by ToTormentedToEvenCare

    This sounds really good
    i really can imagine the scenarion
    its awesome i like it