for T.L.C
How can love
make me
want you dead
kill you
take my pen
slice through you
I'm through
with you
has been more than
enough
less than pleasure
filled my cup
nights of mourning
tears trickle
years upon you
a step from
unto dust you shall return
but so fickle
thickness
to stretch my mind
blind
unrealistic
world of your own
fairy tales
you fairy
stars away
in an orbit of crazy
lazy
though I maybe
I am open
stretch me
©Tia L. Clarke 2008
3 comments:
I like the flow of the poem it almost feels like lyrics to a song giving out line after line.
What an ending! Amazing! Delicious! Daring! I am speechless. Is this a new page or another book entirely? How thrilled I am by this, my heart and soul. You certainly do have the poet's gift. Use it! Don't stop, ever!
Oh my goodness indeed that last line is a classic...lazy though i may be,i am open, stretch me...WOW!
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