Don't stew in your loneliness and your increasing sins,
You came out of the tub but it has flooded over,
Pieces of broken remnants have clogged the drain,
Water spills over the side and into the hall,
Washing away the dreams you have dreamed,
Rising through the steam are ideas,
The ideas of what might have been,
They glistened on the mirror which has become misty,
How I long to pinch and feel you,
And experience the glory of your appetizing skin,
So think of me while standing on your head,
I will think of you for the rest of my life,
The water you have bathed in runs across the floor,
And I would sip the water in the hall,
Just to have the taste of you,
I won't let your water run down the abyss of the staircase,
Each little drop is one you have used,
I won't let your dreams be washed away,
I'll grab a towel and dry up the water,
A part of you will then be safe,
And no longer be water in the hall.
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Author:
Coffeeuser (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this for somebody very dear to me...who is no longer with us.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Wow beautiful flow to it. Loved it keep writing.
This is a beautiful concept, I love your writing 🙂
I love the beautiful metaphors you used. It's enchanting. Thank you for this piece. 🙂
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