Free verse № 146712
Doubtcohol
Sweetly I tear into
The threshold of
me and you.
Quietly calling out
For strength on
a trail of doubt.
But poison lips love to
Blast words upon
and through.
Humid with spoken word
My cold silence
stay unperturbed.
The fault fiercely cracked in two
The Icon I
thought was you.
Blatantly broken you lay
In my house and wish
it all away.
I loved what I saw of you
A love for a
cheap costume.
6 comments
I meant to leave a message on your blogspace quite recently, actually, but when I got to it I just couldn't think what to write. Are you back at uni, or was last year your finals? If so, what did you finish with?
"stays unperturbed"
It's a good poem in need of help.
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