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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Vintage Publishing

Noir: Confessions from Lisbeth.

Up in smoke, up in flame,

I have mastered heartbreak’s game.

I have forgotten what you meant,

No more bed sheets with your scent.

I have cried and I have mourned,

And at last I’ve tamed my scorn.

And as this cigarette I smoke,

I recall promises you broke.

Saying you would never leave,

The things you said I did believe.

I have shattered bitter tears,

Wishing, praying you’d be here.

With my cigarette I converse,

I’ve rectified what I’ve rehearsed.

Little dumb girl who’s not through,

Because I’m still not over you.

Submitted: August 31, 2017

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M.S. Sagar

Beautiful. ....poem...Lisbeth. ..Very inspiring

Thu, August 31st, 2017 1:37pm


Thank you, dear friend.

Thu, August 31st, 2017 6:47am


This poem was put together nicely; the sad tones come pouring through.

Thu, August 31st, 2017 1:54pm


Thank you very much, dear friend.

Thu, August 31st, 2017 7:49am


Excellent rhythm, excellent rhyme.....and so much feeling! Nice work, jaylisbeth!

Thu, August 31st, 2017 4:17pm


Thank you very much, Hully :)

Thu, August 31st, 2017 9:38am

Mike S.

Heartbreak pours off the off the page--well, the screen--a fine poem, J.B!

Thu, August 31st, 2017 5:14pm


Thank you always, Mike :)

Thu, August 31st, 2017 10:33am


I agree with Nika... You are not dumb! Also, I can't envision you smoking! You are too beautiful to ruin your looks with a cigarette in your mouth!

Tue, September 5th, 2017 9:21pm


Lol thank you, Spy. Don't worry, I don't smoke at all. It's just poetry:)

Tue, September 5th, 2017 3:33pm

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