I find myself
Having to take pause
In including you in the conversation
My tongue
So easily wraps itself around your name
So at ease with the "we" and "us"
That never really had a chance to happen
So find myself swallowing,
Occasionally choking
On the alphabet of your name
Bypassing stomach
Trying to digest in heart
Because I'm the girl
Who laughs
When all you wanted was one who
Merely smiles
In wanting you
And feeding you these precious morsels
I didn't see
That you pushed the plate away
Because you stopped being hungry a while ago
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Author:
Doll in Wonderland (
Offline) - Published: July 28th, 2016 22:20
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
WELCOME D I W ~ Thanks for a very elegant first poem with just a hint of sadness. I like positive ~ outgoing Girls who laugh inthe enjoyment of sharing favours. To me my current Lady friend is delicious and yes she does laugh because Men are "funny" ! However I enjoy "every precious morsel" and so does she. We are both still hungry and both "relish the plate". However what you describe happens and ~ alas ~ it is always the beginning of the end. Thanks for caring and sharing ~ BRIAN
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