He was...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is about a guy. It expresses the negative things about him, but in a subtly good way.

Submitted: February 12, 2013

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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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