There is a whisper of a word
spoken loudly and
absurd as it sounds, one
can never be sure be--
(careful who you trust)
--cause it seems as though this rumor might
be based on truths.
Promise me, promise me, you won’t
breathe a syllable of what
I’m about to tell you,
if it’s kept quiet it never
happened. Between those
sheets of sweeter than chocolate
love forever, more than wakeful
sleep, we shared a secret
and a promise I couldn’t keep.
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Just some scraps of thoughts, pieced together by words. A little bit about life and love and help and hope and faith and work and everything in between.
4 comments:
Not good either. :-p
I like the way it plays around with line breaks, especially the part with parentheses. If you want to revise it, you could add in some specific images/details. Concreteness = cool, makes the poem more real (like the line about sheets).
Keep writing.
It was just something from the past I needed to find a way to get out. Maybe I'll revise it if I finish the presentation I have due early.
You should write something new.
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