Ours is a battleA Poem by Amelie‘Twas on a temperate date Your eyes sunk to the shade of your charade I am a bellowing tide A remorse of the world; forlorn, forgone ‘Twas on a temperate date Your lips streamlined, nervous ease I am a crackling torch fire A throbbing pang of every lovelorn squire ‘Twas yet a temperate date Your stare coalesced with your whiskey breath I am a silenced ocean A most perfect mise en scene ‘Twas yet a temperate date Your kiss burned down bridges and deliriums I am a cool candle flame And you are the labyrinth in this game© 2012 AmelieAuthor's Note
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Added on July 11, 2012Last Updated on September 23, 2012 Tags: poetry, metered poem AuthorAmelieMemoryhouse , PhilippinesAboutCall me Mel. I'm a kaleidoscope of sorts. Create a playlist at MixPod.com more..Writing
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