I...A Poem by Dominic WitkopThis poem is about this girl I had strong feelings for at school, but I couldn't tell her how I felt. She was already with some one else, some one she truly loves...and so we remain friends.Can't even tell you How I feel, when your eyes meet with mine. The brightest streak laced across your hair, sways in the sun, gently brushing the surface of your lips like an early dawn born of a Summer's night that bled stars so bright and soon died, so to give you life. Through an untouched land, your light shines boundless, without borders, to cure a lover's distance. Can't even tell you the pain you have caused, it dwells within. I switch my words to beguile my mind, 'it's nothing'. But it runs deeper than any vessel to the heart, beckoning Madness most wonderful, Everlasting and enduring, than the Land contending the Sea. Can't even tell you, because a third heart can't contend. When yours has won to a state of rapture and ecstasy for another, better than I could ever imagine. Can't even tell you, because your eyes will see me less, as time flows by. And blinded from your presence, is more painful than any executed sorrow my love has for you. I can't tell you any of this and part of that pain is not telling you so. Though, healing comes from your eyes as they are seen through mine. © 2013 Dominic Witkop |
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2 Reviews Added on January 5, 2013 Last Updated on January 5, 2013 AuthorDominic WitkopSydney, NSW, AustraliaAboutI am a writer of short stories, films and plays. I practice poetry when I have a spare moment to avoid hitting a brick wall in my head. My favourite writers are Sam Shepard and Cormac McCarthy. more..Writing
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