White CottonA Poem by ChelseaWhite cotton bed sheets, tears imprinted on the bed. You built a bed of lies, and I feel left here to cry.
You packed up your heart, along with a suitcase of a lifetime. Our dark hair used to tangle in this bed, like our tongues.
I sit- legs bent, hugging my knees. Trembling hands.
I don't try to stop you, it's not like you haven't done this before.
White cotton night gown, covering thighs. Covers flipped to the floor, looking up at you. With shy eyes, you close the suitcase. And kiss me goodbye. © 2008 Chelsea |
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3 Reviews Added on August 1, 2008 AuthorChelseaCTAboutNarcissism meets self-loathing; I'm a walking contradiction 19 years young. more..Writing
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