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Manipulated And Thrown Away
by Cole Millersteam rises from the coffee cup
that you color on the table top
in the red and green crayons
and I lean in a little closer as you
sigh a little because i'm leaving soon
I close my eyes and breathe in the
air that your lungs have just
manipulated and thrown away
manipulated
and
thrown away
the day isn't clear anymore
the memory is fading
was it the air or me
that you manipulated
and threw away
aaahh
isnt love great? 11/21/2003 Author's Note: i dont know if i actually feel this way. sometimes i think i do, and then i get mad at myself for thinking it. but who knows.
other times, i know i feel this way, because emotions and me dont get along and they always get the best of me.
Posted on 11/22/2003
Copyright © 2024 Cole Miller
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 11/25/03 at 06:51 PM beautiful imagery. the first stanza is amazing. |
| Posted by Andrew S Adams on 11/28/03 at 01:56 AM the repitition does this piece well- it makes it have a level of tension that makes the reader sympathise with that air of which you speak. really, it's magnificant. peace:a |
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