by Delilah Coyne
Naive, she thinks she knows it all
and she swears he's the one
mistaking the fire of youth for love
(and it is, isn't it)
Wild, yet tethered
to the roots she snubs
Her world teeters on
a cell phone and
Author's Note: unfinished...
Posted on 11/20/2008
Copyright © 2020 Delilah Coyne
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 11/20/08 at 09:10 PM|
Good write for such a short one. And yet you say it is unfinished. It feels sufficiently done to ask the right questions.
|Posted by Nanette Bellman on 11/20/08 at 09:39 PM|
You've said alot in such little words. I agree with George, looks done to me.
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/21/08 at 05:59 AM|
It looks pretty damn finished to me. Outstanding short piece.