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but you've already lost my photograph. . .
by Stephanie KentYou have this stylish way of forgetting
things from five minutes ago.
(How I wish I could forget you.)
I guess brown eyes are not in vogue.
I still remember your eyes;
Oh, how icy they could be. . .
But insincerity's all the rage
somewhere out there. . .
And,
It always did look flattering on you.
03/24/2004 Posted on 03/29/2004
Copyright © 2024 Stephanie Kent
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Richard Trotter on 03/29/04 at 10:57 PM such a sad poem, it breaks my heart. an effective read. |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 03/31/04 at 03:01 PM Oooh ouch...great title! Great read! |
| Posted by Vimal Rony on 04/25/04 at 06:56 AM "But insincerity's all the rage
somewhere out there. . .
And,
It always did look flattering on you." <---- too many things said unsaid in too few lines and that is cool. |
| Posted by Beth K Hannah on 05/09/04 at 11:00 PM i like this...every line is used really well. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/12/04 at 06:09 PM Cool (in more ways than one) poem; well reflective of its title. |
| Posted by Allison Smith on 07/16/09 at 08:29 AM Nice :) |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/06/10 at 03:13 PM awesome! from start to finish, hard hitting piece. |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 05/09/13 at 11:54 AM Sweet smile cracking the lips as its uttered...I am right there with the speaker, reserved, yet on fire. |
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