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Author Name: FreeAtrophiedRibbons 3 Comments
Date Added: April 13, 2008 03:04:31 Average Score: (Needs 1)
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Prison Beds.

They lay there, hand in hand on creaky springs.

Her head against his chest, his hand across her hip

The wind coming in the open window,

the curtains drawn aside just enough for blue sky

to ease its way upon their skin.

The air, so cool. Growing so close to being cold.

This would be forever.

If forever didn't end so soon.

Her eyes said "I love you"

But inexperience was a virtue,

As well as a vice.

He turned to look away.

She eased his face towards her with soft fingertips and a weakening grip

"Evan, I.."

Author's Notes:
Ivy is young.
Would she still love him the same if she were older? Wiser?
Evan knows that this would not be the case.
He feels guilty about this relationship.
She can't see the truth in front of her.
She only sees what lovestruck eyes can show.

Ivy loves Evan.
How can she make him believe that it's true?
That she isn't just a little girl,
in love with the idea of being in love?
She wants to disprove his fears.
Cast away his apprehensions.
Show him that he's wrong.

Who is right?



In an abandoned church.
With crowns and thorns and candles too.
Scarves and skeletons.
And even vodka
Perched up high on the balcony windowsill.
The side of the building, scaled. The window, entered. The doors, unlocked.
Spent an hour trying to find our way up to the bell tower.
Spent another hour exploring the history of an old forgotten graveyard
where children were buried.
Spent another hour walking back to our makeshift home
To spend another hour talking in our room
On prison beds.
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Comments:
Comment By: PremiumEric Siedzikowski on August 17, 2009 10:59:10 AM Report
good poem
Comment By: FreeA.P. on July 4, 2008 08:01:52 PM Report
I really enjoy your style, you have a great way with words that is just hitting me over the head a bit. the "about this poem" is what i most enjoyed, all the hours spent...written so engagingly.

Comment By: FreeRodra on June 19, 2008 10:24:57 PM Report
Your poem is so enjoyable....

Wondeful job, Makal...

 

rodra





 


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