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My Lips Are Seared
by Amie GoldaMy tongue is scarred
and I don't know how
It was not burned
of that I'm sure now
Perhaps it was from speaking
your name outloud
And letting denial
float away
With the truth's swift winged hooves
That crush all claims that say
I don't want you. 02/19/2010 Author's Note: It really hurts but the Nesvita wasn't even that hot.
Posted on 02/19/2010
Copyright © 2025 Amie Golda
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 02/19/10 at 01:40 PM I've always said that denial is the emotional caffeine...sometimes we need it -and sometimes it gets us through a rough spot or two, gets us through the shock -but then it just becomes a poison and it leaves blisters that are to remind us to move on with it. It's hard to hide behind a mask when you can't smile anymore for fear of your lips splitting back open and you keep saying 'ow' everytime your tongue hits your teeth! |
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