Author: vivavixation PM
Lost as this poem is!Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 173 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 02-27-06 - id: 2121660
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Sometimes it hurts
And you can't stop that with words
Whispered into silence that dreads their
Arrival. I make these words mine, mistress
Torture to the ear, I'll hear you
Scream before I'm done. I'm done.
You brought tears shrieking dew drop
Fresh beat back the horror but smile because
It's nothing. Just teenage desire in its most wilful
Bloody form. Fresh to the mind makes it
Scarred to the heart. Isn't that what you said as
You let the door shut you for a change? Maybe irony
Has a point. Alice would have made more sense of this
Wonderland than you ever could. She clicked her heels
At me the other day and laughed as I told her I was
Lost. 'Lost is little more than a craze, wait for the next
Hit and move on.' Was all she answered and in
A blur hurried home behind her smile. Bleached Blank,
Hollywood bare as they'd say.
'I don't think I fit in your world.'