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Posted by Beeme on July 14, 2011 - 17:53

It should be easy
to reach out
and pull you close,
whisper ” I won’t
let you go, like this.”
but my fingertips
only brush cold air.
Ghosts don’t cry
and you act like
none of this is real
and you're not
toying with death
but you are,
if you can’t resist
those green liquor
lips and start
to breathe again.

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Comments

Parson Thru | July 14, 2011 - 19:09

Wow... really striking. Really real.

Silver Spun Sand | July 14, 2011 - 20:49

I like this, Beeme. Only one tiny typo. Should be 'you're not toying with death...'

The last three lines are especially good;-)

Tina

Beeme | July 14, 2011 - 22:03

Thank you Parson, I'm glad you felt the emotion attached to this personal piece.

Beeme xx

Beeme | July 14, 2011 - 22:04

Thank you Tina, changed the typo ;-) Glad the last lines stood out for you.

Beeme xx

fatboy74 | July 14, 2011 - 22:21

Yes those last lines stood out for me also and the green liquor lips is wonderful. :-)

Beeme | July 14, 2011 - 22:27

Thank you so very much Fatboy :)

Beeme xx

shoe | July 15, 2011 - 15:50

A big poem packed into a short one, very emotional and I liked those lips too.

Beeme | July 15, 2011 - 20:40

Thank you you very much Shoe :)

Beeme xx