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I've not forgotten the way it feels to have your kisses on my lips,
Nor the way your hands would grace so delicately down my hips.
You always held my hand with care and called me your angel,
I was your gift from God; you swore to protect me best as you were able.
I've not forgotten the way your stare bore deep into my eyes,
Those hazel specks soul-searching mine and finding what I could not disguise.
You said our love was like a thousand worlds colliding in the sky,
But your never-ending smile was what made it so hard to say good-bye.
As I sat there with you I saw your last breath escape, a life taken too easily--
The special bond we had together is forever burnt into my memory.
the truth can be deceiving...
I've not forgotten the way it feels to have your knuckles on my lips,
Nor the way your hands would grope so brutally up my hips.
You always grabbed my wrist in rage and called me a worthless whore,
I was your broken-down punching bag, though you said it could be worse.
I've not forgotten the way your rage bore deep cuts into my skin,
Those hazel giants condemning any strength I might've had within.
You said your beatings were acts of love, to better me as a wife,
But in the end your never-ending violence was what made it so easy to take your life.
As I stood above you for the first and last time--a moment I'll never forget--
Your eyes shone true as never before, a blank stare of regret.
Nor the way your hands would grace so delicately down my hips.
You always held my hand with care and called me your angel,
I was your gift from God; you swore to protect me best as you were able.
I've not forgotten the way your stare bore deep into my eyes,
Those hazel specks soul-searching mine and finding what I could not disguise.
You said our love was like a thousand worlds colliding in the sky,
But your never-ending smile was what made it so hard to say good-bye.
As I sat there with you I saw your last breath escape, a life taken too easily--
The special bond we had together is forever burnt into my memory.
the truth can be deceiving...
I've not forgotten the way it feels to have your knuckles on my lips,
Nor the way your hands would grope so brutally up my hips.
You always grabbed my wrist in rage and called me a worthless whore,
I was your broken-down punching bag, though you said it could be worse.
I've not forgotten the way your rage bore deep cuts into my skin,
Those hazel giants condemning any strength I might've had within.
You said your beatings were acts of love, to better me as a wife,
But in the end your never-ending violence was what made it so easy to take your life.
As I stood above you for the first and last time--a moment I'll never forget--
Your eyes shone true as never before, a blank stare of regret.
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Inspired by my group's current theme: Not ForgottenThe thought process for this piece was fun
I thought of love, and the memories, and how you never forget those feelings. Then I thought...if I change certain words, it can have a whole new meaning!
So of course I had to make it completely opposite of love, to give it that seemingly-delusional twist.I was also inspired by our Your Words, My Style contest, as this is sort of a cento. I used my own piece for the elements of the new one, so it's not a true cento, but similar >>
Anyways, enjoy, and interpret as you will.
Edit: after reading this again, I'm wondering if it would be better to merge the verses, and have the opposite lines underneath the lines they correspond with. Or is it better to have the separated?
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To be honest this is the first time I actually read anything written by your hand.
Guess it was about time I did ;].
This poem is amazing it has a nice flow and rhyme in it,
Love the comparison with the past and future of the relationship.
Great work, and this is a
^^
Sincerely,
PHB
Guess it was about time I did ;].
This poem is amazing it has a nice flow and rhyme in it,
Love the comparison with the past and future of the relationship.
Great work, and this is a
^^Sincerely,
PHB