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"I'm Tired of Writing Poems About You"
by Max PhineasThe lines I dare not cross
Encircle me, a ruthless noose
Choking on feelings
Like a giant placebo
I only think I can handle it.
You have a beauty
I cannot be a part of
I always watch the rainbow from a distance
While you refract colors to blind a million faces
And laugh to lift my feet off the ground.
I wish I could deem you unworthy of my words
Because I'm weary of them, myself
But the truth is
you deserve each one,
and it is I who sit,
unworthy of you.
04/09/2009 Posted on 04/10/2009
Copyright © 2024 Max Phineas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 04/10/09 at 05:38 PM Just the title along makes me love this. Not to mention the poem speaks a truth I can hear. |
| Posted by Bradd Howard on 04/12/09 at 03:53 AM the title grabbed me... we all that "one" that we write for and about... thanks for sharing this. the second stanza is stellar |
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