lost by Richard TrotterI hate the fact
you're not my business,
I'm not allowed to know
whose lips you kiss
whose arms you miss
what dreams you entertain.
Just the colour of my pain
lost like a mannequin in snow
i'm not allowed to know. 05/15/2005 Posted on 05/15/2005 Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Stephanie Kent on 05/16/05 at 10:28 PM I hate the fact
you're not my business...what a great line. xx |
Posted by Megan Langley on 06/01/05 at 04:33 PM You can always put your ideas so eloquently into words...
xoxo Megan |
Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 06/04/05 at 02:43 PM lost like a mannequin in snow
i'm not allowed to know.....the poem has such a simplicity, and that works for the subject matter, but these last lines are a killer!!! well done! |
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