Humblegrub Posted April 8, 2014 Report Share Posted April 8, 2014 Laying in bed I see A cup filled with cold coffee Three damaged flowers sat in merky water Wilt in that pink morrocan tea glass with faded etched gold. Sun faded cards, bent and warped with time and moisture. Smudged with love Echoing from the barely visible words, that you used to write. We used to say And we used to mean. Collective dust floats With each occasional gust that slips through the cracks in the frame. Fingerprinted glass, my fingerprinted glass. A part of me pushed so hard that it's left an impression whilst trying to escape. Forcing those Windows open to let any air in. I need room to breathe. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pepsimeg Posted April 8, 2014 Report Share Posted April 8, 2014 LOvely poem xx sorry thats how you feeling right now though emo xx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BVBarmygirl Posted April 27, 2014 Report Share Posted April 27, 2014 I love the lines about the wilted flowers in the water, in the glass etched with gold and the lines in the end about love. It's all very beautiful. I'm sorry you're feeling quite a bit of pain, well it comes across in the poem, but I'm glad you could write about it. A creation rather than destruction Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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