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Brush of Wind
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Brush of Wind |
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devinechild22 Senior Member
since 2002-08-28
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When we met eyes I knew they were my demise But like salt in an open wound Your burn was my infatuation Everytime I kissed you I heard a brush of wind Whispering its doubts Stomach turning within The next day I would awake And see your smiling face Brushing your teeth Or eating breakfast "Don't smile at him" Says the brush of wind "Look at this side of him, I know him more than you do" I cannot live without his touch I cannot live without his face The brush of wind grows stronger still It has pushed me off the cliff Why did I listen to the brush of wind? For now, you're gone forever |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
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Allison, nice write -- if that brush of wind was your "voice inside" then in time, you'll know you did the right thing. Hang in there. Enjoyed reading your poem. |
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devinechild22 Senior Member
since 2002-08-28
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*Sigh* I only wish it was the voice inside. The voice inside was saying "FINALLY LOVE!" ~~~***~~~Come away with me, Wendy. Come away to Neverland~~~***~~~ |
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