Plastic
By Magdalena
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 temporary
.
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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Copyright 2016 Magdalena
Published on Monday, April 25, 2016.
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On Friday, April 29, 2016, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
Again, I think the background music adds quite an exquisite layer to your words. "Midnight is music and ice-cream"...that is a fantastic line! Ciao, T/S
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A former member wrote:
Beautifully penned! It was genuine and so bare and raw. Truly a great piece!
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On Monday, April 25, 2016, Queazenart
(212) wrote:
What a cool poem. It's got a lot of room for interpretation, I feel, which is awesome. I read it as a break-up poem, but I could see it getting twisted the other way, too.