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Tell me,
Does her name still vibrate through your core
On warm, gusty nights
When the lovesick perfume of honeysuckle
Tugs at your un-kissed lips?
Do you see her eyes blinking at you from satellites?
Drinking your reminiscences like rum
Until you don't know which way is up.
Do you feel her heartbeat like a drum, overpowering the sound of your own.
And then, do you realize that your organs were so carelessly sewn together?
How did it feel to be together?
Tell me,
Do you sleep the same without her warmth?
Without her arms closed over you,
And her hair flooding your sheets
Did she swear she loved you?
I know you prick your fingers on the memories as you grasp for them
And when you hold them,
They are like a brick, tied against your chest
And you are sinking, drowning
Floundering and waterlogged like all the rest
I know that the pink dusk
Reminds you only of her wind-stained dress
But I want a part of your tear-soaked heart.
press me into your left atrium
like the flowers you folded into the chapters you wrote
each red geranium and lilac blossom
drenching the legends you told
I will drench your soul in sugar-water so you never become bitter, beloved
It's just too easy.
I ache to see your face reflected in the sun
And hear your voice speckled with our love
Darling, I have lived all your pain
and it is possible for two wrecked hearts to beat the same
I promise, I'll never stray from our rhythm-
Just promise me you'll stay
Does her name still vibrate through your core
On warm, gusty nights
When the lovesick perfume of honeysuckle
Tugs at your un-kissed lips?
Do you see her eyes blinking at you from satellites?
Drinking your reminiscences like rum
Until you don't know which way is up.
Do you feel her heartbeat like a drum, overpowering the sound of your own.
And then, do you realize that your organs were so carelessly sewn together?
How did it feel to be together?
Tell me,
Do you sleep the same without her warmth?
Without her arms closed over you,
And her hair flooding your sheets
Did she swear she loved you?
I know you prick your fingers on the memories as you grasp for them
And when you hold them,
They are like a brick, tied against your chest
And you are sinking, drowning
Floundering and waterlogged like all the rest
I know that the pink dusk
Reminds you only of her wind-stained dress
But I want a part of your tear-soaked heart.
press me into your left atrium
like the flowers you folded into the chapters you wrote
each red geranium and lilac blossom
drenching the legends you told
I will drench your soul in sugar-water so you never become bitter, beloved
It's just too easy.
I ache to see your face reflected in the sun
And hear your voice speckled with our love
Darling, I have lived all your pain
and it is possible for two wrecked hearts to beat the same
I promise, I'll never stray from our rhythm-
Just promise me you'll stay
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Thanks for the invite to critique your poem <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="" title=" (Smile)"/>
It was written rather cleverly! It had a pleasing twist within it when you talked about the new lover, and ended on a note full of hope. Ready to move on and overcome with past broken relationships.
I loved the vast use of subects (for a lack of a better word). For example, you showed that you are an educated author by insterting the anatomy part- atrium. You used many sight words. By this I mean "show me don't tell me" what you are experiencing. "I will drench your soul in sugar-water so you never become bitter.... Hear your voice speckled with love..." You are a wonderful imagist!
Imagery is one of the key key complenents of writting! As is diction, metaphors, and appealing to the senses. All of which you have woven into your peice rather nicely. It wasn't burdened by fancy diction, or cumbered with nonsense metaphors; but had just the right amount of everything. Personally I preferably like poems with more rhyme in them but you seem to do just as well with this type of poem. I would almost consider it a free verse <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="" title=" (Smile)"/>
Well done, it was very enjoyable. Keep on writting!
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