Waltz #2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short lyrical poem that deals with longing and sentimentality.

Submitted: August 03, 2011

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The grass tips are tinged blue-green
A volume absent, that I cannot recollect
Broken envelopes swirl in front of me
Damaged trusts I cannot fathom
The memory girl bites my skin
Dreams meld into vapor, that I cannot pin
She was once my angel of excess
Waxing transcendental, I cannot stop
The stream of blood forged from regrets
A trampled rose, that I cannot snap free
From solid ground, paved fresh with doubts
Her smile so high and wide, that I cannot dim
Her dress clings tightly to a silhouette
A feverish shadow, that I cannot possess
Pure ivory flesh with cheeks that speak
A language forced and whispered, I cannot breathe
She talks so sweet and so plain
Her voice a head-on collision, I cannot escape
She tucks herself into me, side by side
Her beauty lingers, diluted, I cannot expel
As fleeting as the light trail of smoke
That purges from her lips, I cannot follow
All that remains is a trace of lipstick
Fading against my lips, that I cannot remove
 


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