Poem -
Plastic.
I was a metaphor staining your lips
a blueprint left for another time
a chance parting in a place never met
and I've solved all of the mysteries
that left me dangling from your rope
the secrets were a waste of me
the anchors only temporaryΒ
.
I never told you
Tuesdays always feel comfortable
it is my favourite day to wake up in
so I keep it for myself
it's like being wrapped in velvet
and I don't need anyone
midnight is music and ice cream
.
I never want to sleep before then
and I forgot how lonely feels
even though I am mostly alone
I used to crave for what I imagined
was something else
it wasn't terminal, and I recovered.
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I Love your stuff MAGDALENA!!......" midnight is music and ice cream.".....VERY cool sweet poetess!!........ your words are elegantly delivered each time I come to your page....... you definitely have the soft touch of craftsmanship....... well conceived once again...... and BEAUTIFULLY delivered!!....... you're a wordsmith of the highest order!!........ALL STARS....... well done!!......T xo
Thank you very much Tony, I am honoured and flattered. Β Much appreciated. :)
Hello Magdalena. Your prose style is very original and interesting. Your words were an outpouring of emotion yet there conveyed without feeling. The beginning was incredible all the way through to the end.Β
Thank you Devon, it means a lot that you find my work original and interesting. Β Truly appreciated. :)
love your style you paint a picture with your undertones and grammar.
Thank you PD, pleased you like. Β Much appreciated. :)