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Stranger on my bed

Contributed by gherkin on Sunday, 5th June 2005 @ 08:04:03 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles



Who is this I lay beside?
I do not recognise the smell,
This face, or those glazed up, misty eyes.
But I’m fascinated by the gentle swell
By that familiar rise and fall

I peer closer at the features
Of a face, a face that I have loved
Have stroked and kissed every single inch
And told my truths, everything I should
How can that just disappear?

Your emotions seem arranged so queer,
You do not, cannot even see
You’re wasting something good for fear
Of what you considered to be
Precious and so sacred: me.

I have never sobbed so hard,
So long that I’m dehydrated
Am sick to the stomach and cannot sleep knowing
You do not miss us, and do not care
Wouldn’t notice if I dropped dead at your beautiful feet




Copyright © gherkin ... [ 2005-06-05 20:04:03]
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Re: Stranger on my bed (User Rating: 1 )
by Unbreakable on Sunday, 5th June 2005 @ 08:10:41 PM AEST
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Wow..I really love this poem. The emotion is so strong and heart felt, great write!

Krystal


Re: Stranger on my bed (User Rating: 1 )
by sprinter27 on Sunday, 5th June 2005 @ 08:11:51 PM AEST
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aww... i like it a lot!! it's quite powerful- i like that. and not for the same reason as you- i have cried so hard that i did make myself sick. wishing you the best of luck!!

~sprints

p.s. keep up the good work!!


Re: Stranger on my bed (User Rating: 1 )
by poet70 on Sunday, 5th June 2005 @ 09:04:23 PM AEST
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Lovely poem, good writing, and very understandable, keep it up.
Tammi




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