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her make-up always left the worst stains (prose)
by Morgan D Hafeleshe fell in love with the words i wrote on the bathroom wall, confusing the man for the poem he passed down in idle time. when he told her the way life really was the melt down began. make-up was smeared and ruined streaked by tears newly dressed down the sides of her face. and one trembling breath whispered by, "before the end of your life, i swear i will see you cry." 03/27/2005 Author's Note: i wrote this before poets and dead men, it was kind of my inspiration piece for it. and even though they have their similarities, they are over all entirely different pieces, so i thought it would be prudent of me to have them both posted, i'm not sure which one i like more, but i figure they're both okay....
Posted on 04/07/2005
Copyright © 2024 Morgan D Hafele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 04/11/05 at 05:51 PM I like this... as usual, but... I dunno, I just think it's good. |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 04/12/05 at 02:56 AM a neat piece of poetic drama here Morgan.Cool stuff |
| Posted by Britt Zimmerman on 04/12/05 at 04:17 AM awwww happy sigh, like returning home after a long vacation. I love reading you! |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 11/21/05 at 06:02 PM wow. You seem like such an odd guy (which I like) and here you have this wonderfully enlightening poem. I don't think people give you enough credit. |
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