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The stutter of love
Contributed by
Sophia
on
Thursday, 5th November 2009 @ 03:27:03 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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I felt the ground lick its lips as it prepared to swallow me up.
I wished.
I hoped.
Turn around and leave me alone. Invisible and silent.
Please.
One word from your lips and it’s over
A rush of pink to the cheeks
Egging you on.
Just one little peck?
But the words return to the blender
Escape as a blur
Once again made a fool
To the one who holds my heart in the palm of their hand
But will never know
I love you.
Copyright ©
Sophia
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2009-11-05 03:27:03]
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Re: The stutter of love
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 5th November 2009 @ 05:47:40 AM AEST
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This leaves me with a vague sense of dissatisfaction, a sense of the desperation of trying to make someone accept the feelings we can't express or that aren't understood by the object of our affections.
"But the words return to the blender
Escape as a blur"
Great image. It describes perfectly the feeling of the uselessness of words. How words are wasted, torn to shreds by the reality of experience.
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Re: The stutter of love
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by Puppy_dog_eyes on
Friday, 6th November 2009 @ 02:05:00 PM AEST
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I loved the title, which compelled me to read the text contained within.
I'm glad I did........lines like
"But the words return to the blender"
are the sort of lines you tend to remember for a long time.
I certainly will
Steve
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Re: The stutter of love
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by Loende on
Wednesday, 24th March 2010 @ 04:04:35 PM AEST
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Love, is the most complicated easy emotion there is. It builds as it tears, it grows as it devours and it brings peace as it wages war... A well written piece, indeed.
Be well,
Loende |
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