dead friendships by Richard Trotter Our colors did not match our rooms were made of cloth and now they're split by rain a clinging stain upon the earth is all that its worth. Our wings did not connect and lead us to the clouds a thread thats worn to mute and once again, the fabric frays only the loneliness stays. 01/06/2004 Author's Note: it hurts to be rejected. Posted on 01/06/2004 Copyright © 2024 Richard Trotter Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Maureen Glaude on 01/06/04 at 05:01 PM this is so beautiful, (to use an over-used word, sorry) - it couples the fragility of a butterfly with that precious, exquisite but breakable item - friendship. and a part of our fabric seems to break with that loss. I get it perfectly. Yes, none of us bears rejection too well. Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 02/16/04 at 07:19 PM this perfectly describes a dead frienship... excellent in it's true nature... sad, but true... congrats on POTD... blessings... Posted by Sam Roberts on 02/16/04 at 08:56 PM Well done on poem of the day Rich :) xxx Posted by Stephanie Kent on 02/16/04 at 09:04 PM Even though this poem is so heartbreaking, I had to smile when I saw it was poem of the day:) Congratulations xx Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/03/13 at 06:13 PM as Maureen said, simply beautiful. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)