women are prettiest
when they have passed,
their rouge escapes them
and leaves them like porcelain.
I would like for you to find me
when I am at my prettiest.
I will be waiting for you
to come home from work
in the kitchen,
on the floor.
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Author:
𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I watched Donnie Darko for the first time, I loved it. Unfortunately, I am also sick!!
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What a delicate poem. Your way with words and pacing makes it easy to picture what you've written. A good write.
thank you
Now this poem has a most interesting ending. It may be taken in a dark manner or a most erotic manner. I believe the first is the one intended.
Thanks for reading
You are most welcome
Donnie Darko is a classic! Love that film! As for being sick...oh no! Sorry to hear that! As for the poem...perfection! Love Sylvia and love this poem...love the ending too...as it can be interpreted in different ways. Very well done and a fave! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you
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