Je vous adore,
her lover inscribes in the sand.
The young girl,
dazed.
I adore you,
he speaks softly into her ear.
As they catch the last glimpse of sky light,
a moment of pure bliss,
they kiss.
Entertwined on the oceanfront,
salty ocean water crashing upon their bodies.
Aphotic clouds dominate the sky,
masking the harsh moonlight.
Darkness consumes them.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
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Sunday, March 8, 2009
-Boy turned mannequin
I caress his perfect cheeks,
twirl his fake golden hair around my finger,
hold his cold plastic hand,
kiss his painted lips.
There's no feeling.
He's not there.
I crushed the passion,
the love.
Ruined.
Posted by Rebaaa :] at 7:53 PM 0 comments
Saturday, March 7, 2009
a p a t h y
Im so over dosed on apathy,
everything seems pointless now,
without that spark inside of me,
the thing keeping me going,
the reason i was able to wake up each morning.
Posted by Rebaaa :] at 4:53 PM 0 comments
Labels: apathy, poetry, reba smith
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