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He was...

Poetry By: tfriendl

Tags: Love, He, Guy, Rice, Sad, Storm, Leave

This poem is about a guy. It expresses the negative things about him, but in a subtly good way.

Submitted:Feb 12, 2013    Reads: 14    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I've been up all night,
trying to think.
He is the bite of the link,
the right to sink.
There he was,
like a pot of rice,
like a night alone,
like paradise.
He was a dead end street,
and lonely sheets.
He was a fantasy of entangled feet.
Through the night,
he was a fallen snow,
and I don't know.
He was a windy night,
hair in his face,
racing the storm...
to leave this place.


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