Our Moment

Our Moment

A Poem by Wild Willow Blue
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Something conquers everything in all of us..

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I want to exact revenge on you

I want to be the poor one you turn to

Look into my eyes now and hush

For I’ll be the one to bring you

                Home

 

I’ll be the one to create peace upon

                These lies


These ships of tears in your eyes

They hurt me with spikes of your pleasure

 

Your treasure strikes

© 2012 Wild Willow Blue


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Author's Note

Wild Willow Blue
All of my poetry comes from the heart.

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I’ll be the one to create peace upon
These lies

These ships of tears in your eyes.......

lovely lines, well written once again. loved it indeed, new light came by your writing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wild Willow Blue

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much. I am glad you enjoyed it.
Acer

11 Years Ago

My pleasure :*)
Acer

11 Years Ago

Always love to read your way too.
You are really good at writing! Keep it up, cannot wait to read more.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wild Willow Blue

12 Years Ago

Thank you so much! You are very kind.
in such a small space, you said so much. really good! well done!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Your words speak to me in less lines than a novel could. Thank you!

Posted 12 Years Ago


A very well and truthfully written poem. A good play on words, and even though it is short, it is powerfull.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Distorted, and mesmerizing. There's a lot of room in it for expansion, I feel though.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on May 31, 2012
Last Updated on May 31, 2012
Tags: Home, Lies, Treasure, Ships, Pleasure

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Wild Willow Blue
Wild Willow Blue

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I am 33. I am gay/non-binary. I started writing in 8th grade. The person whom I started writing because of, I never got a chance to thank. We were never good friends, but we knew each other. I owe her.. more..

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