Thursday, October 30

Glass Plate

Our seconds are fragile,
they're all beyond frail.
I'm the glass plate,
Be careful,
You spell betrayal.

Our moments are wasted,
they're not worth a thing.
I'm the table cloth,
You're the stain,
and the coffee ring.

I won't waste another frail second
closing my eyes to your embrace
Every time I awake again
You're still a traitor
And I'm still the glass plate

Broken
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5 comments:

  1. AnonymousOctober 30, 2008 at 10:38 AM

    This is profound, dark, retailiative... and BRILLANT!

    Metaphores are useful and still so powerful when used sensibly!

    Just lovely! =)

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  2. RyanOctober 31, 2008 at 12:49 AM

    I Love your metaphors Bex, it makes your poetry so vivid, especially in this piece, it makes things so powerful and meaningful, GREAT WORK!!

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  3. Poet In The JarOctober 31, 2008 at 1:17 AM

    Thanks all for loving my metaphors and taking time to comment and all else there is. :D Love you guys and again THANKS! :)

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  4. AlevNovember 4, 2008 at 11:32 PM

    I love this one! <3 And this:

    "I'm the table cloth,
    You're the stain"

    Woah, that's brilliant. :D

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  5. Poet In The JarNovember 5, 2008 at 2:02 PM

    Aww thanks hon!

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