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Docmaverick
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Submitted by docmaverick on 28 July 2007 - 9:02pm.
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freeform
My melancholy gets it’s start,
when the past and it’s fragments flow
from the hole in my heart.
Night after night I think of you,
as if you’re some sort of ink
from a permanent tatoo.
So deep, you’re under my skin,
and the sad part of it is
I can’t see where I begin.
My definition gets hazy,
‘cause for a while we were so close
and now, I can’t separate you from me.
It's kind of an Ode to a lost love.
Flowing
That is a feeling you get when two become one, a feeling that is truely called love!!! Great work here, your title, fit right along with your words. Langueage was very good , rhyming and pace I liked it.It all came together perfectly!
I really want to write this poem off as love addiction
I can’t, the imagery and style are so hauntingly true. Only someone who has tattoos knows the depth of feeling you express. Maybe.
Aw fuck, I hate love poems but you hit me where it hurts with this one. You bastard. Promise to strive with every fibre of my creative being to hit you back.
cheers,
Jess