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Prick Me
Contributed by
deadheadpoet
on
Tuesday, 27th January 2015 @ 08:56:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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I remember watching you with him
Couldn't understand how you could just leave
without a kiss good bye...
or a touch...
or just a few words of love.
I thought to myself
(all puffed up and full of mirth)
THAT will never happen to our love
Such a beautiful flower we have
It will always bloom
Little did I know
that the bloom can wither
stay attached and just
linger there...dead but still joined
Still hanging on to the only thing it knows...
and the tangled angry thorns still
prick me.
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deadheadpoet
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2015-01-27 20:56:03] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Prick Me
(User Rating: 1 ) by Spike on
Wednesday, 28th January 2015 @ 05:15:33 AM AEST (User
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Love, so fickle. A right metaphor for the subject matter. The fortunate ones have perennial blooms; the rest of us are lucky to get a season. S. |
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Re: Prick Me
(User Rating: 1 ) by shelby on
Thursday, 29th January 2015 @ 09:13:54 PM AEST (User
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Cannot tell you how nice it is to see a post from you.This is touching and emotional and I relate you touched me deeply.
Hugs you tight
Michelle |
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Re: Prick Me
(User Rating: 1 ) by hauntedscorp on
Monday, 2nd February 2015 @ 09:32:59 AM AEST (User
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This is one of those well-executed emotive writes that I read where the final line just hangs in the air after...It steals your breath for a moment. Painful to read (and experience), but you really nailed the emotions.
Great job expressing yourself.
~Scorp |
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