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High
by Ginette T BelleYour soul couldn't get any higher
Take care this breeze doesn't blow you away
This twisted image of fire
Is turning you into a star that is dead in the sky
Just fake it and you will feel better
Like a heavy black cloud bursting through the sun
Stunned when you find you don't know her
Hands that are burnt from the ordinariness of the day
Please come down
'Cause there's no one around to save you
02/03/2003 Author's Note: Unfinished but I thought I'd post it anyway. Hard to get a feel for it without the music to accompany it but...
Posted on 02/03/2003
Copyright © 2024 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/04/03 at 12:12 AM Not bad, and quite finished as far as I can see. A suggestion though: turn that last stanza into a cuplet, easily done by combining the last two lines, to carry the same form from start to finish. |
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