Untitled (For Elizabeth)
The perfect poem
doesn’t come from hands
or writers, poets, pens
from feathers or down
It comes from pillows
Sheets and drunken stumbling
it comes from waking up
and regret
from what or who you
did
the night before
It comes from deaths of thousands
and the drowning
of your sister
back when the two of you
were six years old
And you didn’t quite think
you were capable
of holding her under that long
or putting it on paper














Comments
I Like This...
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I was expecting it to end in a goody-two-shoes, easy-to-see way, but you threw me off and that's what a good poet can do.
Very, very good. Definately one of my favourite poems I've read on DA.
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Those that do die of it do seldom or never recover. - William Shakespeare.
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Those that do die of it do seldom or never recover. - William Shakespeare.
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Breathe me in;
I'm yours to keep"
-Secondhand Serenede (Fall For You)
also known as: ~Ms-MMH
~TwilightObsessed member!!!^^
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This sentence is only seven words long.
Wonderful poem, the emotion is strong and connects to the reader with a personal story, really brings it down to earth, which is sometime lost in the oft pompous world of poetry.
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