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chapped lips and stormy playgrounds
by Timothy WilsonThe wind blows a glimpse of your heart
my way and every
The lingering shock of soft-on-dry
Followed by a rough interruption of awe
And I think I like this
Please stay in my arms
Through cold
Through sickness
and in hell
The cold brings those thoughts back
of brown hair entangled with thoughts
Anxiety
And the fire in your eyes
03/15/2009 Author's Note: old and strange apologies are in order I know
Posted on 03/15/2009
Copyright © 2025 Timothy Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/15/09 at 01:21 PM There had to be some fire in your eyes when you wrote this thing. Very, very well done. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 03/15/09 at 10:04 PM Very nice imagery here. I love the last half of the first stanza. |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 03/16/09 at 09:16 PM i have this picture of myself that i altered and i titled it "fire eyes". i like the last stanza the best. |
| Posted by Becca Kinser on 04/01/09 at 03:58 AM ...Exactly. :] |
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