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Why I don't date successfully. Self fulfilling prophecy and all that. Yawn. Whatever.
I have a rewritten version of this poem with a few line changes. I plan to read that one a bit more optimistically.
This one came out darker than I intended, but they always do.
I have a rewritten version of this poem with a few line changes. I plan to read that one a bit more optimistically.
This one came out darker than I intended, but they always do.
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Lyrics
Every movement says,
I am leaving you.
With too thick lipstick smile
and casual flip of hair, she says,
Don’t look for me tomorrow. I won’t be there.
Her touch already gone.
She dances sad eulogy—that final parting—
drunken caresses forgotten, her touch breaking
every promise of forever,
and she never waves hello.
Her laugh only memory.
The scent of her tears a cry from the past,
I am lost!
And there is nothing to be done.
A ghost with sewn-shut eyelids,
no way to hold her, no way to keep her
to yourself,
loving her lonely fantasy.
She’s meant to haunt many.
A shadow, a shape, an unseen form!
In darkness a pleasure unknown or tasted,
shed hair on your pillow your only proof.
And she’s gone.
And she’s gone.
As you knew she would be.
From the first touch, that dry kiss, her lopsided grin,
gone.
I love you always her way of saying,
goodbye.
I am leaving you.
With too thick lipstick smile
and casual flip of hair, she says,
Don’t look for me tomorrow. I won’t be there.
Her touch already gone.
She dances sad eulogy—that final parting—
drunken caresses forgotten, her touch breaking
every promise of forever,
and she never waves hello.
Her laugh only memory.
The scent of her tears a cry from the past,
I am lost!
And there is nothing to be done.
A ghost with sewn-shut eyelids,
no way to hold her, no way to keep her
to yourself,
loving her lonely fantasy.
She’s meant to haunt many.
A shadow, a shape, an unseen form!
In darkness a pleasure unknown or tasted,
shed hair on your pillow your only proof.
And she’s gone.
And she’s gone.
As you knew she would be.
From the first touch, that dry kiss, her lopsided grin,
gone.
I love you always her way of saying,
goodbye.
Moses
i agree this was a little darker than the lyrical content seemed, i liked
the last lines in particular because it is interesting how "i love you" is
used as a substitute for "goodbye" fairly commonly, the "I am lost" part
lost me because most of the piece seemed 3rd person, but this seemed
to come from you...however if i run with that idea, perhaps this is a
reflection on a type of woman from your past? a woman unable to be
held onto...a woman with a recognizable presence, but at the same
time seemingly untangible...i may not be the best at understanding
poetry, but this is how this piece left me, looking forward to your next
"dark" piece