Sway in the Wind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem about hope, or the lack of it.

Every time my mind settles I think of you.

Your breath on my neck

Your tongue intertwined with mine

The taste of alcohol in you mouth

Bitter

You forget me?

You haunt me.

I sway.


Submitted: October 17, 2011

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JayTheBookworm

I love this! It really portrays desire. I like the, 'You forget me? You haunt me,' part, it really shows the contrast between the two and emphasises the feelings. :)

Wed, October 26th, 2011 8:46am

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Thank so much!

Wed, October 26th, 2011 1:49am

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