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"she's a girl who can't help anyone. not even herself."
by Lauren Pearlshe smiles a little differenly
these days; a little less, if you will
every grin fades and falls to the
floor like rose petals or shattered
diamonds; or both, perhaps.
she loses face every time she turns
her head; changing each
time she dug her teeth into her
lower lip, blocking the escape route
(it was only a counterfeit, however)
she cannot see me, although she
knows where i am and though
she tries, she cannot grasp
anything but the tangible
croaking of crickets and the
eerie silence left behind.
(is this what it feels like to
be left with fourteen empty
bottles, an empty heart,
empty promises and not much else?
i guess i'm sorry, but there's
not much else i could do.)
05/09/2004 Author's Note: for m.
title from breakfast at tiffany's although the poem really has nothing to do with the movie.
Posted on 05/10/2004
Copyright © 2026 Lauren Pearl
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/10/04 at 02:09 AM Well, this sounds like face to face.'she cannot see me, although she
knows where i am'' What matters is this presence'. What will natter is the ACT of this 'i am'. |
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