still

still

A Poem by Emily B
"

don't read too much into it

"
I am still waiting

for another shoe

to fall

 

Because loving you

was always too

easy

 

And the sun still lingers

where you

smile

© 2010 Emily B


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with the others, it's all play, like the mock violence in a matt dillon movie, as opposed to a documentary where real bodies are lying in the street...the difference being that one is real, and the other is not...so when it comes to real things, where real hearts are tested in the embrace of words, and flames that with the slightest breeze could burn homes to the ground, then indulging in the heat of flames is not play, and what could pass for the moment's fullness would turn to stark starvation, and nothing that is born in the tears of others could ever take flight and stay aloft; and further, though you may serve, it be by your leave, and not because you are born to it, my lady

Posted 14 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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Such an impact from a concise, well written poem love:)
Each line literally compliments the next!
I love this piece of art, wonderfully vivid with emotion!
xx

Posted 14 Years Ago


this is gorgeous, so simple yet so heartfelt

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is Beautiful...It speaks of true love and it is short yet pure and full of emotional bliss :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i'm still waiting too.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Amazing~

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i feel the warmth in your alliteration...lovely...exquisite...

Posted 14 Years Ago


it's good. having things like this to come back to.. thanks, em

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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. when real is surreal ... it's this beautiful ... and did i say that i love how love loiters in the beautiful corridors of your mind ... and how you always catch it red-handed? ... :) ...

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your words are simple, yet bring life and meaning within...

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

with the others, it's all play, like the mock violence in a matt dillon movie, as opposed to a documentary where real bodies are lying in the street...the difference being that one is real, and the other is not...so when it comes to real things, where real hearts are tested in the embrace of words, and flames that with the slightest breeze could burn homes to the ground, then indulging in the heat of flames is not play, and what could pass for the moment's fullness would turn to stark starvation, and nothing that is born in the tears of others could ever take flight and stay aloft; and further, though you may serve, it be by your leave, and not because you are born to it, my lady

Posted 14 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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