Chances
By Beeme
Thu, 14 Jul 2011
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8 comments
It should be easy
to reach out
and pull you close,
whisper ” I won’t
let you go, like this.”
but my fingertips
only brush cold air.
Ghosts don’t cry
and you act like
none of this is real
and you're not
toying with death
but you are,
if you can’t resist
those green liquor
lips and start
to breathe again.
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Wow... really striking.
Permalink Submitted by Parson Thru on
Wow... really striking. Really real.
Parson Thru
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I like this, Beeme. Only
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I like this, Beeme. Only one tiny typo. Should be 'you're not toying with death...'
The last three lines are especially good;-)
Tina
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Yes those last lines stood
Yes those last lines stood out for me also and the green liquor lips is wonderful. :-)
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A big poem packed into a
A big poem packed into a short one, very emotional and I liked those lips too.
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