|Poured with Honesty
Author: Lost In Segue PM
What can be said of a drunken love poem?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Poetry - Words: 125 - Published: 05-06-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2804344
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If only I could move without pattern through form;
but I may not
as neither time nor place will reconcile.
And as with our noticed glances in peripheral
and smiles which almost became,
we are but a point in time in the deviation of beauty.
How many hearts have been poured out
over the last sip of a drink?
And is this really a case of lived poetry
in present souls
through slurred and vacant speech?
One is there in itself and many,
but is angst-ridden life from above;
so if not present, I am not loved
As I am
quietly awaiting my place and time
over the last sip of a drink
with our noticed glances in peripheral
and smiles which almost became.