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Tied
by J. P. Daviesyou
or her, or her
this sick infatuation
is draining me of love
me,
it's me, it's me
this illness is straining
a hole in my purpose
you
the end, the end
is forever tied to you
or her, or her. It's me. 05/14/2006 Author's Note: We emerge from the ruins of adolescence jaded and cynical shades of the bright vibrant children we once were.
Posted on 05/15/2006
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 05/17/06 at 06:42 PM this is a very powerful and penetrating piece...the word play is witty and clever, the ideas succinct and tactile...loved the author's note too...well done, peace, *jewels* |
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